WINDOW PAIN

7 PM East African Time
Spinning like the DJ I am in this corriander aroma filled kitchen
One turn and my whole body facing the world outside
I know you know what I'm saying
Tears fill my eyes as I recall the picture of you I saw earlier..
Dashing out your red vintage piece
Getting everything you need done and bam! slam and off you go
My knees got weak
Oh wait I didn't say I've got my energy back
The sudden rush of chills up my petite piece of art my maker carved
And there I was all psyched up waiting for you as if you come home to me every night
This vision -
And as I wash my corriander I hear him,her I don't know
(S)he could be dark or better yet chocolate
Or maybe brown like I am made
I hear them in your voice begging me to open up or better yet we cracking jokes
And there goes that laugh you give me everytime a bad joke comes out my mouth
I reach my hand to feel their supposedly baby-soft skin
But-
Into the thin air they disappear
All I'm left doing is wondering if I should pick up my phone and call you or just stare out the window sad and lonely like I always am when this thought crosses my mind
What would I say anyway?
I was alone from the beginning and worse you never believed me anyway
Or maybe you care but that's one thing for sure I'll never know
I put this down because I'm losing in this marathon
No matter how fast I run or how hard I train or even how smart I be
I still come to the same place
The dark lonely corner I can't seem to crawl out of.