I was Here…

By Nathalie Zulu M.

Another night sitting on my couch,
Expectant but worry
Thinking in the quietness of my home
As all were asleep
I said
Will he come?
Will he call?
Will he answer?
Will he say it?
Expectant but worry
And a day and a night
Same music playing in my head
Am I dreaming? No!
It’s another night sitting on my couch
Expectant but worry
Thinking in the quietness of my home
As all were asleep
I said
Will he come?
Will he call?
Will he answer?
Will he say it?

I was there
I was there
And a day and a night
The same old music playing in my head
Am I dreaming? No No!
And I said
He won’t come
He won’t call
He won’t answer
He won’t say it
I cried loud my pain
Ripped my voice from inside
Torn my heart into pieces
Am I dreaming? No no no!
Quietly I said again
He won’t come
He won’t call
He won’t answer
He won’t say it
Not another day nor another night
I opened my door, stepped out and breathed deeply
Till I vomited my pain and let out of my cries
Then he,
He came
He called
He answered
He said it
It’s not my fault, I was there days and nights
Expectant but worry
I opened my heart and you didn’t step in
I was broken and you didn’t look back
But he,
Stepped in, pulled me up
With a smile he said
A flower need to be watered
A broken heart need to be mended
And you, need to be loved
He took it all
Yes he came
He called
He answered
He said it
It’s not my fault, I was there.

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