We talked about
How we liked each other
In paragraphs, voice notes, future notes ….
Sharing of our babies’ names
If she was a girl, she would be called Dove because our love had brought peace amongst us
If he was a boy, he would be called Beacon because in us hope was stirred inside our hearts
Hearts often carry journeys travelled, wishes hoped and promises meant to be kept
Kept to feed the fire that makes the chemistry grow but ..
In one word responses, talking bundles expired
Unread became grey ticks
Grey ticks became blue ticks
Blue ticks became late responses
Late responses became silence…
You see our mothers never prepared us for the muffled cries
When your silence has a chokehold on me
When your unsaid words have me singing till my voice breaks
Breaks into prayers for ….
A tick ……