Our greatest poem yet

While waiting for tomorrow

I stepped into a poem

I wondered how has my poetry begun to emulate reality

Not realizing my life is the greatest poem I will ever write.



For you,

Oceans will bow themselves into peace.

For the stars

I like to think of us as two stars learning to be.

Part of the same galaxy, forming a constellation.

We are where lovers go for evening wishes.

We are the freckles of the sky.

We are light years away but yet we still share secrets.

You tell me that I will still shine even when I die.

-A love letter to the stars

Death isn’t the end

We always come back.

In the night breeze that kisses your skin.

In the trees that grow a little taller than the rest.

The songs that catch our hearts before our attention.

In every child that looks at us in bewilderment.

In the flowers that know the true powers of the sun.

Amongst the crickets and sounds of moving cars.

We always come back.

Writing about someone you love 

How easy it is to write about you 

You placed the words inside me 

I just construct the poems

And just like that there is a garden of words ready to honor you. 


No one tells you how grief works. It doesn’t end with the funeral. It comes back in seasons and sits comfortably in your lap, palms and heart. You know this sadness it taste the same every year. Some days, you think of her and smile. Other days, you weep your tears dry. You pull the weeds and they grow again. It never end. Grief is the ex-lover that calls every now and then.