L o n e l i n e s s by SIBONGUMUSA NCUBE
As the rest of me sleeps at night
My heart stays up waiting for the moon
She whispers secrets to him until dawn
I ask her, “Are you lovers?”
She replies, “No, more like soulmates”
It wasn’t until I saw a picture of the moon
Hanging alone from the heavens
Its surface riddled with gaping holes and craters
Longing in vain for them to be filled
That I realized what she had meant
SIBONGUMUSA NCUBE was a transfer student from Zimbabwe.