Sometimes I have press on my heart to hold it together.

Grief sometimes comes in such a way at moments — without warning, I feel I need to put my hands over…

My skin remembers

My skin remembers you. Your touch. The love that poured straight from your heart to mine when you lightly caressed my cheek. My eyes remember you. The curves in your face, the dimple in your ear and freckle on the tip of your nose. My ears remember the warm tone of your beautiful voice, how it would wrap my…

How is this possible? How are you not here?

Almost every morning I wake up, one of the first thoughts I have is this: How is this possible? How are you not here?

I keep searching for you. I want to connect with you, to talk to you, to hold you to be in your company.