We ghost someone
Like we are on a diet
We decided to skip the meal instead
Thinking we’re better off
Without the extra calories
We feel good
Unknowingly, the damage slowly starts within
The belly’s silent and painful cry
Of boiling acid tears
Reaching our throats
Yes, it’s too late for that meal now
“Good riddance,” whispered by the haunted.

It didn’t shed a tear
Didn’t cause the floorboards to creak
Didn’t slam the door
But kept the windows open
And the record playing
It didn’t leave a scar
But carved a memory
A crease on the fabric of time
A silent breath of a stranger’s goodbye

In a world
Full of spiteful and degrading
Bottle of remarks
May we be the humble
And upbuilding
Cup of gestures

I have kept the seeds of your stories
In jars of your laughter
Without the lid on
I offered them as a gift
And safely tucked them in
As the Earth's bed cradle them to sleep
Soon, they will bud in the morning
And your stories will grow
I may not be there to listen
But I know that somewhere distant
Another face glows.

He asked me if I believe in Destiny
I said, "Not really, and you?"
"Well, I believe in now and all this." he said
I replied, "I believe in my choices and I chose to be here."
And he smiled.

Your name still marks the pages of my thoughts
And your voice still resonates inside the hollows of my soul
Like a feather, soft and delicate
Like cashmere touching my skin
I am never alone.

When your Spotify playlist is on shuffle and a song that you haven't heard for quite sometime suddenly comes on, unearthing all kinds of emotion and stirring beautiful memories of someone or of a shared moment, but it is something that doesn't make you feel sad or lonely but rather feels like a soothing kind of warmth that makes your eyes glow and lights up your face, brings back all the butterflies that once fluttered your heart but now graces your lips with a smile even when it's time for them to leave again.