Zizi

Sometimes you can’t explain, the hurt you feel inside , the way his face fails, my lover, proud, unbowed, no longer hails the sky, but dances in the clouds, nothing gets in the way, but the retreating light, or how his eyes play, a man of rage unbowed, who beat out his time, but hated crowds, once he jumped the rail, found places safe to lie, many a time the jail, when he went down, behind a confessional sigh, his face blue as dawn, did I once ask why ?