Sarah Lamptey

Your words sliced through, I was in two

Walking fast away from you

Question marks from what would make

You want to make a strange heart break?

Who dreamed of nonsense, something light

And you were there and saw the sight

Of brown and a huge mass of hair

Bewildered while I passed you there

I gathered up your words of spite

And walked with them and held them tight

Till they burned with a new pain

And a fear I will feel again