I saw her—the lover girl I used to be—walking away,
With feelings aligned in an opposite way
As his embrace detached while I was shivering.
And now, I am trying to fill his room with self-love.
Old me, it’s fine—leave.
I know you loved him at your best,
With every natural flaw that was meant to be hidden,
Changing into a flower to decorate his comfort zone.
Yes, my love, we’ve fought side to side,
But now I see you are tired.
And he needs a fresh love—very energetic.
Yours is used up, you can’t lie!
I bet now it’s time you go home
To rest and change a bit about the scent.
Maybe the next will have a different accent,
Not loving you out, but you—all of you!
So, sleep tight and get energy, my love.
I will be working on myself as well.
I will wake you up once the right man
Visits this way to stay.
That time, you’ll be ready to be served
With passion and sincerity!
So, sleep tight and sound, my love.
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR
Tekla Shimwa Habumuranga is a Rwandan poetess with a deep passion for the power of words. Through her writing, she seeks to inspire others, creating a space where people can connect through shared emotions and experiences. Her work encourages individuals to embrace their feelings, breaking isolation of loneliness and reminding them that they are not alone. With each poem, Tekla aims to unlock hearts and inspire courage in those navigating the complexities of emotion. She believes that poetry talks and heals in it’s own unique language.
