NOW IT’S MY TURN TO LEAVE…

I grip my hands tight in each other, interlocking all my fingers as I press down hard on the beat of panic that surrounds my heart. The only thing echoing in my ears is the silly machine letting me know you are still alive.

I can feel how the sweat is dripping down from my forehead while my eyes keep their focus to the hospital floor. I can’t look at you – not like this.

“I was so stupid for leaving you alone!” I keep telling myself, driving my hand over and over through my already messed up hair.

I shake my head – drifting back to this morning when it all happened…

I came home this morning only to find that you weren’t in bed. I called out your name, but there was no response. I looked everywhere for you, but there was no sign, no indication of where you might be. I figured you maybe went for a walk in the complex to clear your head or something… I guess you’ve done it so much lately that it was only natural for me to assume, but when I found the bath room door locked, my heart sank to my feet. I found you on the bathroom floor next to an empty bottle of pills. I cried out to you, lifting your lifeless body and pressing it against mine. I felt your heart beat, but it was dying… I screamed for you to hold on, pleading with you not to leave me, as I rushed to my car with you in my arms. 

I shake my whole body as the thrill from this morning comes as a reminder through my nervous system. I lift my eyes to find you on one of the hospital beds. You look so peaceful, so relaxed… something you haven’t been able to find as of late.

I let out a sigh and move over to the side of your bed. I take your hand in mine and take my place next to you on the side of the bed.

‘Baby, you’ve got to hold on, you’ve got to!’ I whisper to her, kissing her hand. ‘I still need you..’

I pause for a little while, just staring at her – taking in every single detail of her once so beautiful face. Now, the look of sickness have covered up her beauty.

I find my feet, patrolling up and down along side her bed, stroking my beard as I try to think.

‘The doctors said they managed to clean your stomach of all the pills, but they’re not sure if your body will every recover from the shock it was exposed to.’ I finally break the silence that has consumed us. ‘In essence they say your body might just give up…’

I move over to the side of her bed again, taking a seat. ‘But, I know you are strong enough to fight through this! You are! I, I – should have never done what I did….I, I just need you to come back. I still need you.’ my voice squeaks. ‘I will make this right, I swear to love you all my life and….’

‘Then why didn’t you?’ you suddenly ask in a weakening voice, slowly opening your eyes.

‘You’re awake!’ a bit of excitement reborn in my voice.

‘Why are you here?’ she asks, sliding her hand away from mine.

‘Because I care about you.’ I reply, reaching for her hand, but she doesn’t offer it in return.

‘Is that so?’ she struggles to say.

‘You need to rest, you’re still weak.’ I say, seeing how she is fighting to get a single word out.

‘Why did you save me?’ she suddenly asks, locking her dull eyes with mine.

I delay for a moment, caught by surprise – ‘I love you baby, that’s why!’

She rolls her eyes in disbelief. ‘I believed those words for a long time, but not anymore…’

The words hit hard and echo down my spine forcing my legs to budge a bit.

‘Where is the girl from last night, mmmmh?’ she continues.

‘I don’t know what you talking about.’ I lie, biting down hard on my bottom lip.

‘Don’t lie! I saw you and her together so many times….and every time my heart broke into a million pieces.’ she says looking me dead in the eye without shedding a tear. Her eyes are so dry and “dead” as if they’ve cried out all their supply of tears, leaving them with no life to show.

‘And last night when I saw the two of you together again outside our home vanishing into the night, my heart just couldn’t take it anymore!’

‘I- I uhm made a mistake…’ I manage to say.

‘A mistake? Yeah maybe in marrying me right?’

‘No, you are the best decision I ever made…’

She cringes at the sound of my words. ‘ You know what, not even all your lying could come close to what broke my heart again and again! No, it was the fact that I spend my whole life thinking that I wasn’t good enough for anyone and that I was just gonna be some stupid, not worth knowing washout! But you, you were the one person who made me feel that maybe, just maybe I am good enough. Looks like that was all a lie, huh?’

My eyes start to water and soon the pain my heart feels is showed in the form of tears.

‘Oh good.’ she coughs in between, struggling to breath in between her words. ‘Finally I see a bit of realness from you. What did I do to deserve this?’

‘I loved you….’ I say in between my tears.

She pauses for a moment

‘And I loved you. That was my mistake.’ she replies almost in a whisper tone.

‘Please don’t leave me…’ I cry as I move over to her bide side, trying to do something to help her breath a bit better.

‘Never would I have dreamed of it, but then you left me and now it’s my turn to leave you…’ she manages to say before the life in her eyes leaves them and all I am left with is the sound of her machine ringing in my ear, notifying me she has left me….

JY…

Hoe is dit moontlik?

Hoe is dit moontlik dat jy so onverwags so diep binne my hart kon inkruip?

Hoe is dit moontlik dat my harts’ wagte nie eers jou intensies deursoek het voordat hulle jou toegang goed gekeur het nie?

Hoekom het jy “Cupid” skote afgevuur toe ek nog nie eers myself kon beskerm nie?

Is dit dalk jou helder bruin oë waarna tot die Hemelse weses nie kan ophou staar nie, wat my so ingelok het?

Of was dit dalk jou glimlag… die eintste een wat die wêreld om my van sekondes na mili-sekondes verander het?

Dalk was dit die manier hoe jou lippe met myne kon praat terwyl hulle om mekaar vou?

Of maybe was dit die manier hoe jou hele mens wees op gekikker het as jou oë myne gevind het…

Ek weet net nie…

Ek weet nie hoe een person so groot deel in my hart kon kom bespreek nie. Dit voel vir my of ek in die middle was voordat ek nog begin het… Een, twee, drie en daar staan jy voor my!

Ek onthou daardie dag so goed – die dag van ons eerste ontmoeting. Jy het my kom vra vir aanwysings op kampus. Jy het so verdwaald gelyk en ek self was verbaas dat jy my kom vra het…

Dit was toe dat jy met jou oë kom spog het – ek kon vir ‘n oomblik verlore raak in hulle en verstaan waarom die Hemel so jaloers is. Gelukkig, van daardie dag af het lewe, my lot of wat ook al, seker gemaak dat ek daagliks die geleentheid het om die melodie wat jou hart vir myne sing te waardeer. Hoe pragtig het ons harmonie geklink!

Ek onthou alles van jou!

Ek onthou hoe jy daarvan gehou het om die punte van jou bruin hare , met blonde strepies tussen in, om jou vinger te draai – om-en-om-en-om – totdat  ‘n groot bolletjie gevorm het. Jy’t dit soms met my hare ook gedoen. Dit het my belangrik laat voel. Dit het my werklik waar “benodig” laat voel.

Ek onthou hoe jy jou gesig getrek het elke keer as my lippe jou nek kom kielie het. Ek kon nie mooi agter kom of dit my snor of my lippe was wat jou laat weg trek het nie – maar tog het jy altyd terug geval vir meer.

Ek onthou ons gesprekke in die donker – daar waar die lig ons nie kon tart nie en waar die donkerte die waarde van ons woorde bewaar het. Ek onthou nog wat jou woorde vir my ore kom vertel het daardie een aand! ‘Volg jou drome – al kos dit jou als!’ Als? Wat is als? Het ek gewonder…

Ek onthou hoe ons mekaar vas gehou het wanneer die wêreld net te swaar geraak het. My skouer was keer op keer die ontmoeting span van jou tane – maar dit was okay, want ek het daarvan gehou. Ek het gehou van hoe ons terug na mekaar sou keer, terug na ons dokker plekkie, terug na daar waar als begin het – in mekaar se arms! Ek onthou dis al hoe ons kon heel raak, bymekaar en as een.

Maar nou, nou is dit as of die duiwel vir my kom lag, my kom spot oor my vertrou in liefde, in ons, in jou. Ek sit nou alleen in die donker en wonder of dit die regte besluit was om jou te laat gaan, maar hoe kon ek anders? Jy het gesê dit is jou droom! Al wat ek kon doen was om ‘n glimlag te vorseer! My hart is seer en trots op dieslefde tyd! Jy gaan ongelooflike dinge doen daar waarheen jy op pad is – lewe wou net nie toelaat dat ek agtervolg nie.

Ek mis jou.

Ek mis hoe die passie tussen my en jou die nuwe jaar’s vuurwerke jaloers gemaak het. Ek mis hoe ek elke keer ‘n string van jou hare agter jou oor kon inhak, voordat my lippe met joune begin praat het. Ek mis hoe jy op my bors gelê het terwyl ons movies gekyk het en na my hartklop geluister het… “dit klop vir jou!” het ek altyd gesê.

Ek mis die gevoel van jou hande oor my lyf as jy my wou kielie. Ek mis jou glimlag en jou vriendelike gesiggie daarby! Ek mis verewig saam met jou…

Wat nou?

Wat moet ek nou doen?

Dit voel of my hele wêreld, my hele lewens planne – alles net tot stillstand gekom het, jy was in elke plan van my.

Hoe sê mens totsiens aan iemand wat jou so veel gegee het om te onthou?

Hoe groet mens die een wat toegesien het dat jou hart in ritme klop?

Hoe los mens die hand wat jou al die jare gelei het?

Hoe laat gaan jy die liefde van jou lewe?

Maar ek is bly vir jou – ongelooflik trots op jou eintlik. Jy gaan ‘n ander land kan bederf met jou ongelooflike mens wees. Ek bid net dat jy sal onthou, my sal onthou…

En dalk net dalk, vind ek weer my pad terug na jou – dalk bestaan verewig nog?

I HAVE NO RIGHT…

**The door bell rings**

‘Coming!’ Veronica yells as she makes her way to the door.

She opens the door – It’s Jim.

‘What are you doing here?’ she asks, her facial expression immediately darkens.

‘Wow, I at-least expected a hello before being asked that question.’ Jim smirks.

‘Oh, would you like me to invite you in and serve you tea and cookies as well?’ she asks sarcastically, folding her arms in front of her. ‘So I ask again, what the hell are you doing here?’

‘Okay, okay… I came to see my favorite girl.’ Jim smiles and leans in for a hug.

Veronica pushes him back.

‘Your favorite girl? Wow, was that the best you could come up with?’ she rolls her eyes. ‘You and I both know you gave up that right six months ago.’

‘Yeah, I know. It’s been haunting me ever since…’ Jim says, dropping his head.

‘I’m sorry to hear that – but I’m going to ask you to leave. Your presence is not welcome anymore…’ Veronica says as she starts to close the door.

Jim quickly stops the door from closing.

‘Is this truly the way it works? After everything, you’re just going to toss me aside like a piece of garbage and forget about me like a silly memory?’

‘Wait… what? What the hell did you expect Jim? Did you think I would just magically fall back in your arms and act like nothing ever happened? Those same arms left me to fall into the darkest pit I have every been in for a long time!’ Veronica raises her voice, trying to hide the tightness forming in her throat.

‘I know I did that, but…’

‘While your heart fucked off to who knows where, mine was left in a cage broken! Unaware why it was left to die in a fucking cage!’ Veronica screams.

‘You had no right coming back here, asking for my love again.’ tears start to run down Veronica’s cheeks as her voice squeaks under the pressure of all the emotions.

‘You’re right, you’re so right! I have no right to love you or even offer my love to you again when I chose to walk away. I guess I missed you so much that I had to see you again, but the thing is I don’t even have the right to miss you, since I didn’t want to stay!’ Jim drives his hands over his face and through his hair, forcing his emotions in order.

‘It’s so hard you know, to move on when you’re whole world has changed. In these past few months I would drive by places we both know. My eyes would immediately let me know – that is the place where we had our first kiss, that is the place where we used to have our coffee dates, that is the place where we sit for hours and just talk about all the stupid shit this world has to offer. And all of those are really amazing memories, but the one that hurts the most is driving past the place where I lost the girl of my dreams! And it just sucks, you know!’ Jim drops his head to the ground, as the his tears runs down the side of his nose and plummets down onto the ground.

‘I know…. believe me I do.’ Veronica mentions.

‘I know you do. I don’t know why I came here Veronica, it isn’t fair to you. I guess deep deep down I just really wished that it wasn’t too late to turn around…’ Jim says, biting down hard on his teeth.

‘You know what I realized in these past few months while I have been building up the curious to face you again?’

‘Ah that you were an idiot for breaking my heart?’ Veronica boldly states.

‘Besides that.’ Jim smirks, but the expression is quickly replaced with a soul-wrecking expression.

‘I realized that I forgot to love you…’

Veronica is taken back by this and immediately drops her head to hide her expression.

‘And I took yours for granted and for that I am truly sorry Veronica. I’m so so sorry! All I ask is that you forgive me for all the wrong I have done to you. It was so messed up from me to break a heart who’s only intention was to love me.’ Jim manages to say through his dried up throat.

‘I forgive you Jim.’ Veronica says, staring at him through teary-filled eyes.

‘Thank you.’ Jim says, wiping his own tears from his eyes and turns around to head back to his car.

‘If you every feel like starting over or just want to go for a coffee, just give me a call and I won’t miss that phone call for the world.’ Jim says turning back to face Veronica.

‘I will, I promise.’ Veronica says as she looks upon Jim as he drives away from her for the second time, but she has a feeling that this time might be a whole lot different. Maybe, just maybe, she will see him again.

 

I Know…

What does it truly mean to be broken?

A question with so many right answers…

I can tell you what I think it is since I have experienced some of these right answers.

I know what it feels like not wanting tomorrow’s sunrise to greet you with a smile.

I know what it feels like only wanting to sink away in your pillow and somehow shut off your mind and heart simultaneously to prevent them from having a “go” at each other.

I know how it feels like to be empty…unwanted.

I know how it feels like not being able to stop the the rewind button in your mind! The unwanted scenario just keeps on playing over and over and over again – reminding you of the regret you’re so desperately trying to get rid off.

I know how it feels to miss someone so much that you’re convinced, you’ve lost your mind!

I know of brokenness…

But…

What I have learned is that I am not the only one drowning in issues, self-hatred or even brokenness. It’s not just me alone against sadness, depression, brokenness, emptiness or whatever I felt. No, a lot of other people faced the same battlefield.

I then quickly discovered it is easier to relate to someone going through the same thing as I am, than to limit my battleground to the four corners of my own room. I learned that hope is something we can receive from others and even from ourselves.

People deliver hope into your life by understanding what you’re going through and not opting to lecture you on what your next move should be, but rather supporting your next move to the fullest for what ever it may be!

You empower hope into your life, by taking it day for day as it own challenge, while rediscovering the little things in life. Pay attention – it’s all I’m saying. Look in depth at the sunrise, listen to really listen to the birds’ tunes their all partying on and experience peace in every breeze that touches your skin.

You are strong enough to see the world a bit better than this horrible landscape a lot of us keep referring back to.

WORDS ARE A FOOL’S GAME…

‘Don’t you sometimes think that we are all deceived and that life itself is just one big hoax consumed by meaningless words?’ Mark randomly asks as he and his best friend venture down the road.

‘Whoa, quite random.’ he’s friend expresses while curling his tongue around his ice-scream. ‘I think life is filled with miraculous surprises and we should embrace them and not think about it too much.’

‘But don’t you feel like people don’t always get you? I mean, doesn’t it prickle your mind that we utter these meaningless words to each other in an attempt to cover our true intentions regarding the person?’

‘Wait, you’re losing me… What is the point your trying to make?’ his friend exchange a look with him, before switching his attention to his melting ice-scream again.

‘I don’t know hey, I guess I sometimes feel we build these relationships with people, but never really bond with them you know? It’s like words build up this “friendship” and just breaks it down whenever one of the two no longer feels the need to contribute to this structure. It seems to me that words lack justification – there’s no commitment in them.’ Mark explains.

‘So you’re saying words has no meaning and that we should all rather keep our mouth’s shut?’ his friend shakes his head. ‘Nah man, you’re stuck in your head again…’

‘In my head again? Isn’t it exactly where we are suppose to develop our ability of reason from? Reason leads to an opinion…’ Mark frowns

‘I guess you’re right, but don’t we need facts to justify our opinions? It’s like you said earlier, words lack meaning and justification gives them meaning, right?’ his friend state.

Mark thinks about for a while.

‘I see what you mean, but allow me to explain why I think words are a fool’s game.’

‘For example, lets take the two phrases “love” and “in love” and compare them to each other. “In love” is a phrase we like to use to explain that we like a specific person while we acknowledge all their good qualities and that we somehow see ourselves standing next to this person. “Love” on other hand is a whole different thing entirely. Love is suppose to be seen as this marvelous thing that links to souls; whether it is in a romantic manner or even in a friendship manner. “In love” only explains the desire we have for a person’s existence, not their whole heart and soul. “Love” is feeling, a word , a deed that creates home…’

His friend remains in silence – just staring Mark up and down while his mind races to process everything.

‘So, I believe the “in” in front of “in love” is just a silly add on as it fades away over time, not really packing in a punch in its existence. Love is the word that needs justification.’ Mark adds on.

‘But…’ his friend starts to mumble. ‘How do you justify your words, because according to you words bare no meaning? So how do people that write letters, poems and stories justify their words?

‘Ultimately words need to be justified by proper followed up deeds, signaling and emphasizing that the meaning behind every word is true. The reason why I make this claim is, too many times have I experienced words spoken that ultimately fills the heart and soul, but is never kept there with corresponding actions.’ Mark explains.

‘Now the question still remains, why and how are written words so much more different than spoken words?’

‘Wait… is there a difference?’ his friend asks confusingly.

Mark nods with a silly looking smile.

‘Why do people write love letters, poems and stories in secret? Why do we not experience on regular occasions how people publicly reveal their deepest thoughts or even what is troubling them?’

‘Maybe because their shy? Afraid of what people might think of their work?’ his friends answers unconvinced.

‘And why is that you think?’ Mark asks again.

His friends throws up his shoulders, ‘I don’t know’

‘It is because they put their heart and soul into those words. There is so much of them in those words that in speaking them out publicly might cause them rejection in the form of two ways. One – No one really listens to actually hear and understand and two – no one really cares. So in saying that, words that come from the heart and soul are justified with emotion and really thought through facts.’

‘I get what you’re saying, but not all of us have the ability to put our thoughts into words, so the only way I see in showing the person that I’m with that I love them is in telling them so. And I know you spoke about follow up deeds, but not everyone is like that – so how do I justify my “love” words then? his friend asks.

‘I would say that you and people like you should then be very careful in the usage of your words, because if you tell that specific girl that you love her and you don’t mean it 100%, you are creating an illusion in her mind that you could be the house she escapes to and finds comfort in. If she comes to realization that all of that is just a bunch of crap, you will crush her safety and trust in those words forever…’

 

SO HERE IT ENDS?

‘So tell me, what is it you’re most afraid of?’ she asks him, ending the silence that has consumed them.

‘What do you mean?’ he answers after a while. First taking in the tremendous view of the sky above them, filled with all kinds of stars. The air is cold on their lungs, but the coffee in their hands seems to be doing a pretty good job at working against the chilling wind on their skins that is howling into the night.

She shoots him a look – it’s one you could classify as a sarcastic one.

‘You know dummy!’ she finally mumbles. ‘Things like, spiders or snakes or even flying or whatever! Just pick something.’

‘Well, I’m afraid of falling off this damn roof of yours!’ he laughs and re-position himself by folding his legs in underneath each other.

‘That doesn’t count!’ she expresses herself by punching him on the shoulder. ‘Besides, if I was you, I’d be more afraid of what I’m going to do to you if you don’t answer my question.’

‘Okay Okay, eeezzz. If I didn’t know any better, I would call you a lunatic!’ he smirks.

She just rolls her eyes in response.

‘I -uuhm…. I’m afraid of drowning.’ he says after taking a zip of his coffee.

‘Really?’

‘You sound surprised…’ he grins.

‘Well… I am. You’re a bloody swimmer! So I just thought that “that” specific fear would be at the bottom of your list.’ she replies.

‘Well, in being a swimmer, I know what it feels like to push your limits – your underwater limits that is. I know how it feels to run out of breath underwater and how each time you would pull with all your might just to breach the surface again, but it would feel like an eternity to get there. I know how the burning in your lungs feel as they’re screaming at you for breath….’

‘I… I didn’t know it’s that hectic in the water….’ she managed to say, sounding really unsure of her own words.

‘It’s not. It’s just things you think about when you’re out there in the water pushing your limits. You know, when you’re drowning you don’t actually inhale until right before you black out…’

She shoots him a confused look. ‘You don’t?’

‘The instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding… and when you finally do let it in, that’s when it stops hurting.’ he continues as he gazes over the house’s rooftop into the night sky.

‘Where did you get all of this? Google?’ she asks.

He lets out a giggle. ‘No, no, you know actually. We watched it together…’

She sits  in silence for a while, searching her mind for any possible clues regarding the statement that was just spoken over her. After a while, her eyes finally light up – “Oh right, now I remember! It was what’s his name…. Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf!’

He lets out a friendly nod and folds his lips over the fringe of the coffee mug again.

‘Gosh, I didn’t think you would remember all that.’ she admits.

‘What can I say, I pay attention.’ he arrogantly mocks her.

‘Okay mister know it all! What is my most troubling fear at the moment.’ she asks him, completely positive that he has no clue.

His face immediately darkens at the mention of her words. He turns his face away from her. ‘You have a huge fear about what is going to happen between the two of us…’ he speaks into the open, the cold clinging unto his breath.

Her smile vanishes. Her eyes drop to her feet.

‘So you’re going then huh?’ she asks him.

‘I have to.’ he answers.

‘No you don’t! You can play rugby here as well!’ she growls at him.

‘Not for the same money….’ he calmly states.

‘Oh so now money is the deciding factor again! What happened to the guy who said he won’t allow money to decide his future, huh? What happened to that guy!’ she yells, the moonlight reflecting on  her tears as they make their way down her cheeks.

‘It’s complicated okay…’ he tries to calm her down.

‘It’s compli…. You don’t know how it feels to wake up with this – pain inside your chest every morning! This pain that ultimately fuels this crashing fear that you and your best friend in the whole wide world will be like strangers the next time you meet! It’s like I have this panic attack in my heart…. Do you have any idea how it feels like?’

He grips the coffee mug tighter in his hands – fighting back the tears in his eyes. He bites down hard on the inside of his cheek before he attempts to say anything else.

‘I do….’

‘What….’ her voice squeaks.

‘I know what it feels like… It feels like you’re drowning and there is nothing you can do about it.’ he says as the first tear comes strolling down his cheek.

What am I to do?

I always had this fear that when you got tired of me, you would just toss me away like some old piece of clothing….
Now after 5 years, I am still able to stare into those soul wrecking eyes of yours and appreciate you all the more.
I hope this letter finds you well my love….
Happy Anniversary Jennifer.
What am I to do?
What am I to do when your eyes wasn’t the first thing I would see every morning when I wake up?
What am I to do when my own lips are forced to withdraw from yours?
What am I to do when my own darkness consumes the only light that has been leading me?
What am I to do when there was no you?
I hated love when I first met you. I’ve been so scared to share my own human existence, but you showed me bravery.
Even when I was surrounded by endless amount of doubt, I felt safe with you.
I remember how I pleaded, warning you not to let me into your heart – I might just break it, I’m a broken cause…
You smiled, took my hand and said, “Well then, I guess you got to show me those bruises of yours – I’ll fix them with a few love bandages.
To tell you the truth
You became my sunrise, my joy, my love…
My rain, my storms, my thunder…
But most importantly you became my wife.
The women I have the privilege to love forever.
What am I to do if you did not choose to love me in the way that you did?
What am I to do if you did not show me how to experience love?
What am I to do if you were not my street lights on my long life road?
What am I to do if I was without you?
What would you do if I one day died before you?
Would you love our son in the same way you loved me?
I believe you would….

MET WOORDE…

Op en af jaag jy die gevoelens in my met jou verleiende groen oë wat my siel deursoek.

Jou lippe beweeg, maar my ore vang nie ‘n enkele woord nie!

Jou pragtige glimlag skiet weer sy skoot om my mure af te breek.

Amper laat ek jou toe.

‘Sal jy enigsins anders wees?’ is al wat my oë vra terwyl jy voor my met jou hare speel.

‘Wat beteken liefde vir jou?’ vra sy my.

Liefde…

Sulke snaakse woord met eindelose betekenisse – of so vertel die wêreld ons.

Wat beteken liefde as jy dit nie gaan gebruik nie?

Wat beteken liefde as jy dit nie gee nie?

Wat beteken liefde as dit nie gevoel kan word nie?

Wat maak dit die moeite werd?

‘Liefde is wanneer ek haar inlaat in my siel, in my lyf, in my hart en magteloos staan en kyk of sy dit gaan bewaar of uit mekaar uit ruk.’

‘Oh…’ is die antwoord wat ek kry.

Sy hou haar groen oë op my, voordat sy weer haar woorde kies.

‘Ek sal graag die huisie van jou siel will besoek en stadig maar seker my eie meubels begin in dra, tot die dag waar ek en jy saam kan sit en tv kyk.’

Die laaste ding wat ek hoor is die ineenstorting van mure…

Met woorde het jy my mure opgeblaas…

 

Geskryf deur : JJ Swart met hulp van Leander Fourie en Roan van Rooyen.

 

 

EK ONTHOU…

EK ONTHOU….
Ek onthou hoe jou lag my siel vir ure kon voed en my kon los in ‘n hoop vol vreugde.
Ek onthou hoe die glinster in jou oë my hart in ‘n aanhoudende verdwaalde oomblik gelos het.
Jy het my totaal en al verstom.
Soos ‘n mot sukkel om weg te breek van sy begeerte om aan ‘n liggie vas te klou – net so was my oë verstom gefokus op jou beeldskone teenwoordigheid.
Ek onthou hoe jou bolip altyd stadig opgetrek het om jou merkwaardige glimlag te wys, net om jou blosende wange te verskuil.
Ek onthou hoe jou hart met myne gepraat het – elke dag.
Ons het mekaar verstaan. Ons harte het mekaar verstaan.
Tog is dit die gevaar van herinneringe. Hulle is juis net dit, herinneringe en emosies van verlange…
Hulle speel met jou kop en verskuil die realiteit!
Hoe reg was hulle nie toe hulle sê dat alles kom tot ‘n einde as jy dit nie mooi versorg nie.
Nou al wat oorbly is die verlore briewe, geink met woorde wat voorheen ons liefde vir mekaar verteenwoordig het…
MAAR!
Ek onthou ook hoe die son my elke oggend kom groet het en hoe die maan my in die aande kom troos het.
Vir lank het ek na die buite hoeke van jou glimlag gestaar op ou foto’s – maar nou onthou ek, net soos Bouwer Bosch ook gesê het, joú glimlag maak nie meer dinge beter nie.
Lewe self doen.