Memoirs of my boulevard

In Bulawayo’s arms, I became new, A stranger shedding layers, breaking through. Five months, a lifetime lived, then lost, I danced through streets, caught in your light, A fleeting dream, both day and night. We built a song in stolen hours, A rhythm only we could hear. Yet October came with brittle winds, And left me holding empty air. You broke the tune; I broke in silence, Back home, the echoes remain, A bond that changed me, its mark ingrained.

The clock strikes twelve, a promise of new, Yet shadows linger where love once grew. The year won't mend what hearts must face, Healing's a journey, not a race. Old scars ache as the past takes its bow, But strength is born in the here and now. A new year dawns, yet truth remains: Time heals slowly, through love’s old pains.

He stepped away, the light grew dim, A fragile hope turned cold and thin. No words to mend, no path to trace, Just silence where there once was grace. Though gone, their presence softly stays, In haunted dreams and empty days.