For Wanjiru.

We laugh
but the smile never touches our hearts.
We can look you in the eye
but the lids quiver at random acts of kindness.

Our words are two-edged;
what we are saying
and what we should be saying.

And when we dance,
our arms outstretched,
directed at the sky,
we are supplicating
for compassion,
for our splendid one
be returned to us.

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