You asked if we could go out.
I agreed.
But somewhere between the dates,
you took me in.
You whispered everything I longed to hear.
I nodded.
But somewhere between the sentences,
I lost my questions.
You took me everywhere.
I followed.
But somewhere along the way,
I blinked.
You keep asking where you went wrong.
I'm listening.
But somewhere within your questions,
truth flinches.
©Hamilton Chikhala 2026
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 6:16 AM UTC
You asked if we could go out.
I agreed.
But somewhere between the dates,
you took me in.
You whispered everything I longed to hear.
I nodded.
But somewhere between the sentences,
I lost my questions.
You took me everywhere.
I followed.
But somewhere along the way,
I blinked.
You keep asking where you went wrong.
I'm listening.
But somewhere within your questions,
truth flinches.
©Hamilton Chikhala 2026
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