My last attempt at a relationship was a complete disaster.
He was perfect. For me it was love at first sound.
He was not a typical Hollywood stud. But he had me at Hello, Hello.
I was skeptical. He was sure.
We drank the truth serum.
The first night was sweet.
The second night he wanted out.
I told him I understood.
He changed his mind.
The third night we heard silence.
He made coffee in the morning.
We sang a duet.
His arms wrapped around my waist
I wore black pants and a grey top
He wore black pants and a grey top.
I ran.
None had shown me such tenderness.
Are you for real?
He called and said we should just be friends.
I agreed and promptly stopped breathing.
A few months later he came crushing into my basement.
With his electronic baggage.
I said I could take it.
We spoke hardly.
We told each other lies.
We were happy.
In our separate rooms.
He saw me crying.
I saw him naked.
I said I love you
He said he didn’t know what to say.
He was skeptical. I was sure.
Jedi Ramalapa 