losgetorring
vasgespeld
daar is ’n onding
los in die veld
‘n ontmaakte gedierte
wat wag ek kyk
tot jou verweer
jou in die donker ontwyk

closure
doesn’t bring relief
i still feel you
should i grieve?
for what we were
or would have been?
you draw me in
let’s rebegin?

i probably should be
less broken-hearted
but it has ended
as it started
i saw the signs
and chose to ignore them
separation
bittersweet mourning

the flaming torch
has turned to ash
i burned for you
not too long past
out of sight
not out of mind
but out of heart
is payment in kind
i hope you realise
what you’re denied

ek wil jou uit my wese verdryf
my gedagtes bevry van jou
my hart verlos uit die hok
waarin ek myself vir jou hou

jy wandel
deur my gedagtes
leun teen die muur
tussen wakker en slaap
en wag
vir my om te ontwaak
vir die sysagte oomblik
waar mure hulself onmaak
waar alles oopvou
waar ek alles inlaat

time was a moonbeam
trapped in the silver lace
at your bedroom window