i pretend the billboards
of kigali are your face
so that when i look at them
i can feel your honest smile
and your sheen black eyes.

i pretend the crescent moon
is the soft curve of your heart
so that i can count  on every
single part of it at the night
to feel your emotions.

i pretend the flowers
in my garden are your clothes,
so that i can feel the pleasant
fragrance of your perfume
when i water them.


i pretend the rhymes of your poems
are your voice
so that i can feel every single
sound of it's cheesy tone
when i read 'em