my patience ran dry. and i blamed everything
on this sensitivity, on these stumbling stones. or is
it just my broken heel? but i soaked
my sky letters in
love, nothing runs dry there. i know. no urgency.
but i miss you. and i will take no detours because
love is right there. and we don’t
hold enough hope in our hands. do we know
it all? i speak in fragments, i speak love
though. i speak like
my grief has hope.
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR
Eva is a poet and essayist based in Kigali. She writes with deep curiosity and honesty about love and all it entails: the longing, the beauty, the ache, and the joy. Through both poetry and prose, Eva explores the complexity of human connection and emotion. When she is not writing, she finds inspiration in music, traditional dance, and sports.
