Juniper, I Miss You Not
A poem dedicated to my cousin who passed away from breast cancer
Nov 4 · 2 min read

A group of my friends and I were driving north from Virginia. I was in the back seat fast asleep, and I woke with a start. Due to a major accident, the GPS had rerouted us through the streets of Baltimore.
The road looked so familiar to me, although I couldn’t for the life of me remember…


