I remember the way we laughed in kitchens,how the coffee always tasted warmer with you near.Those days sit folded in my memorylike letters I no longer send, but never tear. I’ve swept the corners of my heartwhere your echoes used to stay,not to erase you, never that,but to make room for my own day. We... Continue Reading →
I am not grieving you anymore—not the way your hands once knew my name.I have learned the shape of goodbye,set it gently on the shelfwhere truths are kept. What aches is the futurewe never reached. The quiet house we planned with laughter,the mornings folded into shared routines,the ordinary miracleswe thought were guaranteedsimply because we believed... Continue Reading →
Zenith IRLs 