I take it ill that I misunderstood
I took pleasure in being trapped
Was it all an awakening of the neglected conscience?
The cheap wine stains
Red lipstick remains
A few rands.
I forgot your name
Your funny English name
I remember your bright brown eyes
Eyes that tell no lies.
Why do you live in a suitcase?
Why do you pack all of your emotions?
It is worn out – your face
It’s showing all your commotions.