Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Your Hands

Those tiny spaces between our hands are now measured in miles.

I still remember the last nail polish you wore. But those pastel blue won't hit my memory anymore after I get a fork to have my dinner alone. And trust me, I had never felt so quiet in years; could even hear the water dripping from the tap.

For few days, I will be making coffee for two people. Not just because I'm used to making one for you.

Cause guess what?

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

The 2017: A New Friend

Dear Reader, 

I hope this finds you in peace. 

Thank you for visiting me regardless my untimely posting schedules!