By: Ntombizodwa Jowena Qwabe

A letter to my ex

About the good times and the music
And poetry and the popcorn and the dark nights we allowed to fall into ourselves because we are palms of good fortune and nothing could bend us away from this love.

Don’t you miss the love?

The fever and the heavens we watched from hell because sometimes forever was the burning and the screaming but never the leaving,
Never the giving up,
Never the letting go.

I miss it all.

Your inner thighs and moonlight
Your body in the rain
Your smile on my face

Because you are my novacane

You are the coffee
The vodka in my veins
The beating
The craving

Still

The craving