CHOCOLATE.

I love you daddy,
I love you too munchkin,
On your way home please buy for me a chocolate,
Sure sweetie.
The phone rings sema buda.
Lets meet at the pub in town
I don’t think I can, I have to get home. I promised my gal.
Aiiiii wewe just one drink. When was the last time we caughtup and reminisced the good times ehh?
Okay, sawa. Let’s meet in a hour.
He rushes out of the office and heads straight for the pub.
One, two, three he has lost count.
He checks his pocket,
Unlocks the car,
Puts the key into the ignition and
Heads straight for home
His vision is blurry,
Foot on the gas pedel,
Music blaring
He hits 100 km/hr as he rushes home.
The impact brings him to his senses,
He sobers up,
There is blood all around,
He can’t feel his legs,
The light is too bright,
He tries to sit up,
A hand gently holds him down,
He turns stares at the paramedic.
He pulls the paramedic closer
Reaches into his pocket
Removes the bar of chocolate and whispers
Give this to my daughter.
He sighs and lays down his head.
The paramedics begins to shout
His heat beat is fading
As they rush him to the operating room.

©thelma migue 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection.

HOW COME YOU DON’T CALL ME ANYMORE!

I wait for the phone to ring,
Today, tomorrow and the next
Nothing comes through
Sometimes I think I heard it ring
Sometimes I believe it rang
Other times I know it rang
I realize I am day dreaming
The usual daydream
I tend to have conversations by myself
Silent ones other times verbal ones
I fall asleep thinking about you
I wake up thinking about you
You don’t call like you used to
My girlfriends say I am tripping
I miss you
I would give anything to have the man that loved me
The man that would do anything to have my time
The man that begged to be with me
The man that would come to my place of work
Wait till I am done
And walk me home
The man who called me in the middle of the night
Just to listen to my sleepy voice
And ask how my day was
If I had a choice
I would ask for that man back.
I would want that broke man back.
Without the money he was truly the man.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

SOMETIMES.

Don’t you sometimes wish there was a button you could reset,
To make things right or take us back to what we were before.
I know it is hard to be what we were before.
To turn back time would be impossible.
Be friends and not cross that line
It was magical and spontaneous.
Waking up in the morning,
Lying next to each other.
The shock and the guilt made us part without words.
No hug goodbye
Too shy to kiss let alone say I am sorry.
I pick up the phone and call just to hear your voice.
As soon as you pick up the phone I hang up.
It feels like I am prying.
I wonder,
Do you go through the same?
Do you think of me like I think of you?
Do you wonder what it would be like if we, if we?
We sit at the same table
Our spouses at our sides
We are fidgety and nervous
No words to say what we feel
Our eyes have a conversation
If they knew
What do you think they would do?
We meet again
This time we don’t talk neither do we apologise.
Our bodies say it all
And say what we feel.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

SOLILOQUEY

Is it me?
Why do I feel this way?
Everything is topsy turvy
My world has gone w=underground
My reality is gone
I am left with this
This….
There is nothing here
Empty rooms are all I have
What was a home
Has become a shell
Of what it was.
Memories flood my mind
I hear your voice
Your voice is in my head
My head is spinning
I think I am going crazy
My world is spinning.
Round and round it goes
Can you feel it?
Do you see it?
No?
Maybe I am going crazy.

©thelma migue

From the cizoepoetry collection.

UNLEASHED.

Like a tap you opened
I flow with no control
I can’t help the way I feel
My emotions are on a high
Running helter skelter
I try to get a grip of myself
It is so hard
I am loosing this war
My ammunition has run out
I am like a slave
Waiting for the next hit
My hope is
I do not die
As I wait
Till next time
My love

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

NEVER ENOUGH.

I can’t get enough of you
I can’t stop thinking of you
You were and are the most fragile
I know
I would have loved to know you
I know I kind a sound crazy
Trust me
I am not a stalker
Just an admirer
Every day I must have a dose
Every day I must listen
That is the only way
I can get to know you
You were never enough
Will never be enough
That is why I must have you
In small doses
To make you last forever
I look forward to seeing you
Listening to you
Drowning myself in your presence
You will always be my…….

Man in the mirror

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?

The wind blows through my hair
The wind caresses my arms
It lightly touches my cheek
Just like a light peck on the cheek

I close my eyes
Memories flood
Tears flow
Remember the times
Like it was yesterday

Like you said
It is
As I feared
It has begun.

I put my head in my arms
Cry till the sun rises
Eyes red
Sleep deprived
I walk down the road
People look
I don’t care

Behind all this
After all this
In all this
There must be a meaning.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection