I looked at them with the brightness in my eyes. They make me laugh with the silly talk we love. I hear the comfort extended laced in banter.
She pulled me aside from some stupid foreigner who tried to be funny dancing behind me.
We snapped our memories for this night with flashes of smiles.
With promises for Mambo next week, we separated.
I miss you my dears.

My girls can cheer me up like no one can.
The drinks can drowse me like no drug can.
Dancing kuku can silent the voice in the head like no music can.

& Im still not done with the brightness in my eyes. And I dont know why.

It's hard to ask to just be loved, to not be bought over with gifts I love, to not ever doubt myself and the world, to live in peace with the voice within.