The following poem I wrote after a 2 week visit back to Durban. It was the first time I had been there after 5 or 6 months in Pretoria.
Going Back
Roads and skylines like the back of my hand
Faces familiar as my freckles.
Our shadows fit together like cogs
And details spring back: a dream suddenly remembered.
Dusty paintbrushes tinting my cheeks
"Old Flame Red".
Well-worn, faded denim memories
Dug out from the back of my cupboard.
When the punctual tide sucks me back to the starless city,
I forget to say goodbye.
- July 2012
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