Garth Rakumakoe

Words Unspoken

From the wine glass beside her

tears and sorrow overflow

as the warm running tap

meets the worried visitors

by the doorstep

in flowing red carpet


Floating, in her final quiet place

and open wrists, in that moment

she says all she could never say


The notes grant her every wish

as in the background, on repeat

Elton John sings Nikita

knowing very well the bathtub

runs so deep, the depth of her departure

is something, they will never understand


Even so, in their hurried attendance

they never take the time

to hear her unspoken words, pouring

out the mouth, of the unrelenting tap

just as she predicted -

In her silence, all she wanted

was just to be heard