a valid illusion
we never began
yet found in tense motion
disguised roots transformed
as waving branches retreated
skin anxious to touch
hearts eager to be read
we never began
yet we return to the beginning
like migrating birds to familiar places
composed we met again
ripping to shreds within
our stretched hands linger
with tears swaying down
unable to recoil
my never began past
let’s sit at each end
you at the finish
and I
puzzled at the start
love
nomtondo