You Never Came

Still haunted by your smile—

How you never leave my mind.

Even when you left

With a promise to return.

Yet...

Tu n’es jamais venu.

I dipped my melanin skin

In that garment you liked,

Prepared your favorite dish,

Wore my hair exactly

How you loved it styled.

My lips, rosemary-dyed—

I see you in my dreams.

Yet in reality...

Tu n’es jamais venu.

The lights burned out,

The food went stale and cold—

Like this bed of ours.

I repeatedly read your message,

The one where you said you'd be about...

Two minutes, was it?

Well, two minutes turned into hours.

Like a graveyard,

The dining room—dead with flowers.

And still...

Tu n’es jamais venu.