Flashes of memories - MUGABE MUST GO!!! ZIMBABWEANS NEED THEIR HOME BACK

when I answered the phone
I knew the voice belonged to you
but we were never allowed to speak

so I never heard you say my name

when I answered the door
I really wanted you to be standing there
and you were but not how I expected


your face came wrapped in a crumpled envelope

when I answered to an invitation
to visit your favourite bar
I wanted to find out all about you

and I did, from stories from your friends

when I answered to an email from your mum
I really wanted you to be in the car
when they drove down that day

and you were, carried in their hearts and tears

so why hadn`t I asked all these questions before
when I could hear your laughter
see your smile, feel your hugs?

well maybe there are some that should never be asked....

now your face is on the blue page
with the white flowers surrounding your smile
I can hear you sometimes you know

when I laugh and when I think too much

I hear whisperings that we share that trait.....