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He smiles at me from the photo frame;His eyes are soft with love.
Held in his arms, I’m smiling too.
There’s no hint of the pain to come.
Now on my own, I stare at our love
Dark misery blinds my heart.
I feel blunt resentment for the girl sitting so securely,
It’s to go back, to be her,that I want.
Jealously, I watch her –
She has him forever!
While I, held by time, have to wait.
© 1994, Michel Charmaine
From: Tsotso (December 1994)
From: Tsotso (December 1994)
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He smiles at me from the photo frame;His eyes are soft with love.
Held in his arms, I’m smiling too.
There’s no hint of the pain to come.
Now on my own, I stare at our love
Dark misery blinds my heart.
I feel blunt resentment for the girl sitting so securely,
It’s to go back, to be her,that I want.
Jealously, I watch her –
She has him forever!
While I, held by time, have to wait.
From: Tsotso (December 1994)
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