Strange Things

I am desperate for the love he cannot feel
A hand on his,
soft lips to the stubble along his jawbone,
skin to skin...
The conversations and the easy laughter of soulmates
I want to cook melktaart in the way he needs me to
Feel red earth beneath bare feet
Brilliant blue sky
I am no longer the centre
I am a circus of distraction
a wreck on the rocks of neglect
a life half lived, a lie lived to the full?
HE DOESN’T LOVE ME ANYMORE
It does strange things to a girl