A young woman full of emptiness comes home
Dressed in black she puts her handbag on the bed.
Then she puts her hat on the bed
She turns around and sits on the bed
She looks up on the roof and lies there looking up,

A scent from the bed sheets fills her nostrils
And she apologises for what’s to come
She puts his last words on the bed, ‘I’ll live forever.’
She puts his last kiss on the bed
She puts their last fight on the bed
She puts their favourite song on the bed
Along with their last cuddle on the bed
And she smiles, but tears break her smile on the bed.

She imagines him next to her on the bed
But he quickly changes to the call that told her of his death.
She holds her belly, now she’ll be alone with the baby they never had.
Who she’ll also put on the bed.
But how much more is the bed going to keep taking in?
She weeps in thanks of all the bed accepts of her
The strength, balance and comfort it gives.
But then, if her Njabulo didn’t live forever
Will the bed?