I heard you changed your name. Who baptized you? You don’t need to give me that face. From the day we left whatever we had, I learnt to ask less questions. Did I just justify myself? Aargh! I hate being me. How did you come to love me? Okay. Let’s not talk about it.
Today, I’m listening to RnBs reminiscing about who we were, the truths we never told, the longing we had for each other, the times we spent kissing in the corridor. Gross. I’m a bad kisser, I know. Remember the day I bit your tongue? Haha! Did I really bite your tongue?
I almost forgot, I’ve grown beards. Should I shave them?
Yours,
The guy you never wished for.
Writer at EpicPulse Magazine
Sammy Wanjala is a medical engineer, a hockey player, poet, writer and author of two poetry anthologies, Tales of Murugi and Whispers from the heart. He also co-authored a short story anthology, Sensual Sneezes.
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