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Writer's pictureNairobi Thompson

Tired

Updated: Nov 28, 2022


You have long grown accustomed

To the things about me

That used to make your heart

Beat faster

Nothing about me excites you anymore

And yet I love you


My breasts though shapely

Lighter now

The subtle changes in them go unnoticed

Caressed only by brand names

Lingerie keeping

The promises your hands made

To hold and squeeze

In sickness and in health


My stomach shows little sign

Of the children I bore you

It barely remembers your head

Laid upon it in

Comfort, oneness and desire

Though flames flicker inwardly

No grace has been afforded

My elegant ageing


My silver fox

Holds no fascination for you

For you otherwise occupied

Did not see her turn grey

So long a time it has been

Since you burned for her

Visited her


My mind sharper now

Than when first we met

Is not encouraged

There is no respect

For my seeking a higher

Consciousness

The challenges my intellect poses

Gives rise to undisguised contempt

Almost as if you would prefer

Nothing more from me than

Lobotomised domesticity


My smile no longer charms

And my quirkiness

Finds no place

Enchantment and mystery

Were pushed out of the nest

By irritation and impatience

Chicks I did not hatch

Both grow too fat to fly

You favour them to me

My abundant spirit cannot get passed them


I had seen you grow tired

And I was helpless

To stop the thing that always happens

When you have no talent

Other than being yourself

To offer the one you love

And once that stops being enough

You watch love fade aided

By others who seem to live the most flamboyant lives

As compared with yours

As if they exist beyond the mundane

Never having to eat cereal for breakfast

Or do the weekly shop online


With suitcase in hand

I stand and take one last look at

The life we built where I

Have lived alone

Waiting for you to

Love me again

Aching for you to

Know me again

When I told you I was leaving

You asked sardonically where would I go

And what would I do

Without you

Not once did you say

Please stay


You have long grown accustomed

To the things about me

That used to make your heart

Beat faster

Nothing about me excites you anymore

And yet I loved you

Longer than you deserved


NaiNai (c) 2013




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