..have you forgotten me, she asks?
Do you not remember our long walks under unforgiving October suns
Barefoot – the baking earth melting our soles
I miss your grandmas cucumber
A perfect heat remedy
Or how she sealed her wisdom in a jar of peanut butter
Every spoon full making your bones remember the song of your birth
And did I not pour all of times sands into you
Using my hands
Also borrowing all three hands of time
To massage and rub honey and warmth into making you spread your wings
Yet today you tell me to leave
You say you are an unfortunate lover
She says, what is this new song you sing?
Chorused with a cacophony of apologies
Forget the dreams we forged but do not forget my name
For my tears will testify against you
And my tongue will tell of the ways you made home in thighs
How you made my body quiver
I tell her our love was young
Little did I know hearts do not number days as minds do
And my heart was an unreachable mainland
I kept an archipelagos of lovers
This is what I thought made me a king…

“her forgot me not” by tapiwa mugabe