Old Flames by Pascal Masila Mailu

Old flames never die

although like fallow gardens they potently lie

waiting to be cultivated again

easily relighting with no bargain

The yearning in my heart prematurely ended

long before my pledge for you I blended

with a story still in the making

so I abandoned you, sadly croaking

You’ve changed and aged, my dear

the graphs of life’s harshness on your face – too clear.

if I mustered a mature gentleman’s bow

will you accept my renewed lifelong vow?

Tell me you ain’t married yet

and your eyes I will duly wet

as I re-enter your tender heart

like a warrior returning to his hut 

©Pascal Masila Mailu