The days and nights are cold.
stagnant.
I’ve been crying,
Nothing can change what happened.
Where have you gone my love?
All dreams have turned into a nightmare.
I cannot accept that you are not here.
Whenever our son calls to me
The fear and chills creep
And I dread the questions he has for me.
The truth is his father is never coming back.
All I do is watch him pretend he is not hurting.
Or am I the one who pretends not to hurt..
Where have you gone my love?
Last night I dreamt of that day
When your life and love was taken away.
I woke up on your cold side of the bed.
I found myself screaming inside
In the middle of the night,
Even the walls whisper of my plight.
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Julia Kudakwashe Nyamadzawo is a 22 year old visionary poet, who can view life through the lens of a philosopher, a detached observer, an unwitting participant or an enthusiastic citizen, among countless angles, changing cameras to suit the piece she is writing. While many of her works remain unpublished, the intelligence behind every piece will leave you shuddering with emotion and mulling over her views for days to come, regardless of whether the piece was written for adults, or for children, for whom she also writes with much understanding, all while pursuing her medical degree, for which she is now in her fourth year.