It’s when we feed our minds
That we nurture the heart
And feel our bones connected

If one night
A dream escapes my sleep
And wanders into reality
I hope it wakes me up
Next to you

You are the place I visit too many times
You have recognized my face
The one that keeps me grounded
You hold my name to your chest
You are the place I visit too many times
You have become my home
You mark my steps
I never lost my way
You are the place I visit too many times
You have become my certainty
A thousand dreams
My sole reality

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.