Let It Be That I Told You My Truth (Poem)

My liquids and gifts bore no meaning for you.
You barely touched them today.
I did everything. Tried all tactics.
Even used ruse to make you stay.
You smiled at me, but pushed away.
You held my hand, yet looked away.

Doubt?
Remorse?
Double signals?
Uncertainty?
Regret?
Fear?

My smug remarks make you chuckle
In that cute way that exposed your neck.
Yet, I know that as much as you enjoy the chat,
You want to leave. Your hands beg.
You didn’t stay up to thirty minutes.
Subtly ran, as though I were a human sized pilus.

As I write this,
I finish your leftover chocolate.
The one I got for you.
A race that had me return your call late.

As I write this,
I finish your red wine.
The one I got for you.
I feel sad for that wasted grape vine.

I have told you my truth.
I have been as honest as I could be.
If my openness is not acceptable by society,
let it be.

Let it be that I told my truth.
Let it be that I carried my heart on my sleeve.
Let it be that way, because no one knows when I’d have to leave.

I know these are hard times,
Given our history.
I know my words lack substance,
Given my urgency.

To your doubts, and worries. I have one question:

How long does it take for you to realize that the length of a human life is never enough to love fully?

Hi. My name is Tchassa Kamga. I’m a Cameroonian. I currently live in Buea, Cameroon.