He will call, I know he will, he is just busy.
That f*****g bastard, why hasn’t he called, I hate him.
Lord please, I just want him, I love him, nothing else, please lord I will be good.
Why should I even get out of bed, I have no reason to live, he was my everything and he is gone.
It’s okay, I will be okay, I am just happy I met him.
I went through the stages of grief one at a time, crying my heart out only to roll myself out of bed when morning came.
The nights were the hardest, the dreams the sweetest with reality setting by morning, opening the wound wide.
All I wanted to know was if he was okay. Texts went unreplied, calls unanswered with Covid waving at the people of Eswatini wearing a knowing grin. I could not sleep, I could barely sleep with him f
