By Penda Smith
And no,
I shall not blame you,
Instead,
I will blame the way rain falls.
Fleecy white pillows thickened,
over-flooded tears,
As if God washed this earth,
in a forlorn dread.
Darkened shreds of dread,
filling empty basins of endless depths,
I blame the way clouds hide the sun.
‘Til I forget there is always light at the end of a swarthy tunnel.
I will blame cracked memories,
hiding in the forgotten crevices of your mind.
I blame the once-upon-a-time fantasies
still lingering in mine.
I blame oceans,
basins of endless depths,
storing my every emotion.
Here is where most dumped their insecurities,
I will blame the way this body of water ripples,
like streaming rain falls from fleecy white thickened pillows,
hiding a sun,
’til I forget there is still light,
at the end of this swarthy tunnel,
I have forgotten the way your smile curves.
Does it still resemble a half moon,
staring at an ocean
with timeless souls,
a forgotten forever
unravels calloused palms
succumbs to turbulent waves,
I swear,
I saw that familiar smile stitched on your face,
and when I came to see,
I remembered
I blamed the once-upon-a-time fantasies lingering in my mind
I wanted to close eyes,
but I’d just be lost in a swarthy tunnel
It’s hard swimming in your own rain
so no,
I do not blame you for this pain,
I blame oceans.