Bulawayo Reverie

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.