Sunday, September 15, 2019


The people who notice your absence are those whose presence you want in your life. 

Monday, September 9, 2019

My last first

My first day of school
A backpack full of jitters;
My mother’s eyes 
Say more
With that one last wave
At the door. 

To live
Is to tick boxes off the list.
The more, the merrier —
Then, the more sparse
Only a new beginning
Can bring. 

Do we grow bolder
Writing more chapters —
Now we take time
To reconsider. 

When was the last time
I trembled,
Showered in waterfalls
Of the unknown

The pinnacle —
I would rather miss what was
Than what could have been.