Have you forgotten me, she asks? Do you not remember our long walks under unforgiving October suns Barefoot – the baking earth melting our soles I miss your grandmas cucumber A perfect heat remedy Or how she sealed her wisdom in a jar of peanut butter Every spoon full making your bones remember the song of your birth And did I not pour all of times sands into you Using my hands Also borrowing all three hands of time To massage and rub honey and warmth into making you spread your wings Yet today you tell me to leave You say you are an unfortunate lover She says, what is this new song you sing? Chorused with a cacophony of apologies Forget the dreams we forged but do not forget my name For my tears will testify against you And my tongue will tell of the ways you made home in thighs How you made my body quiver I tell her our love was young Little did I know hearts do not number days as minds do And my heart was an unreachable mainland I kept an archipelagos of lovers This is what I thought made me a king… “her forgot me not” by tapiwa mugabe