(Photograph by Michelle K. Angwenyi)

THERE ARE STILL NO WORDS TO MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME

Every slight in the wind will turn the city
Another shade of our re/[-]/mind. For now
There are fragments, going all the way back
To that of that sky, and that when the wings, 
And those when the scream, and that how —
How uneventful; to remember so much. 
Imagine what we have done [we will do] with our unfinished memories.

Michelle K. Angwenyi @mkangwenyi  is a writer from Nairobi, Kenya. She blogs at notjustwiththelions.wordpress.com.