Maybe, just maybe,
This time it’ll be different.
Maybe, when you walk out of that door,
It’ll only be for a few moments.
Maybe, when you say you want to be with me,
You’ll actually mean it.
You won’t be referring to who you think I am,
Who you want me to be.
Maybe, when you ask me to tell you about myself,
You’ll want to hear the whole story.
Not just the good parts, but also the dark pages.
Maybe, just maybe,
This time you’ll see the real me.
By Nawekulo Wanjugu
