Today Poem by Lethabo Chabalala

On this, another's ordinary summer day
My spirit is awash with a sorrow I cannot reconcile
To myself or explain to my observers
And a void echoes the soothing words I've not learned.

Had I been blessed with the boldness
to beckon my dear to my bosom
I would,
Or better yet the power to quicken
Or still the sun,
I'd send her on a sojourn
To a fortnight ago
To have her reconsider.

Instead I've got this black dress on
And a ballad in the background
to quiet the sad song in my heart
And a hope that my lover heals.