The One Who Got Away. 1

Nimekumiss…

Nimekumiss sana.

I wish I could tell you this to your face, to your ear….or any other sensory part you will let me.

I woke up this morning and something about the air, the sun and the hour made me think of you.. you were not really called to mind...you were already close by so you just kinda popped in.

Thinking about you, about us, about the time we had together makes me feel… hopeful. I know that I can be happy. I have been happy. With you.

I miss the synchrony we had in the kitchen. Like we could read each others movements without being in each others way or stepping on each others toes. Like a dance. To music that only we can hear. Made by the hum of our hearts. Beating for each other.

Except you would bump into me. Often. As the stew sautéed and the salad sat in its dressing. It was no accident. You would pretend it was. You’d ever so craftily grab my ass or rub the side of my breast. And then you would make sure I caught the naughty look in your eye. That smile, as you stifled laughter.

And then you would kiss me because I would pretend to be mad. The world would melt away. The cooking food forgotten. I love how your hands had no boundaries. Because I was yours and I let you.

Mayoo….sometimes, something was burning by the time we remembered where we were.

Then you would just turn off that fire and light another…..

Mapenzi kama savannah; kukiwaka kumewaka weee!…

Fuck!

I miss you

I miss the me I was with you.