You’re Always Leaving
I still see you. Not in the ways that matter . Not in the street, not in passing faces, not even in the places I imagined you’d be. But I see you when I sleep, and it’s almost cruel how…
Letter #2: I’m Not Doing Well Without You
I’m not sleeping. Two hours, maybe three on a good night, and that’s only when I can convince my brain to shut up for long enough. The rest of the time, I’m just lying there, staring at the ceiling, waiting…
Another January 1 Without You
It’s New Year’s Day again. The world feels loud… fireworks, resolutions, celebrations. But for me, this day is quieter now. It’s heavy. It’s your birthday, Nanay. And you’re not here. I’ve been thinking about you all month. December always brings…
Remain
I stay here,rooted in the placewhere you left me,not because I can’t move,but because I won’t. There’s a quiet in staying still,a kind of comfortin pretending nothing has changed. Maybe it’s easier this way,to remainwhen everything elsehas already moved on.
Six Years
Today is my grandma’s death anniversary. It’s been six years, and I only know how many years exactly because earlier today, I scrolled through my dad’s Facebook, searching for that all-black profile picture he had put up back then. And…
Through the Lens of Grief: Cherishing the Good Old Days
Today marks another year since my grandma’s passing, leaving behind a trail of memories and the softest touch of longing. I’m reminded of a thought that often tugs at my heart: “I wish there was a way to know you’re…
It Comes in Waves
Christmas and New Year’s have always been special times for me, and I used to look forward to those days since it meant I would get to visit my grandma. She was born on New Year’s Day, and the holidays…
Lola, It’s The End of As We Know It
The leaves have fallen and the winds have blown The coldness of winter has settled in The season of you will never come again The memories of you linger in my mind Like a warm embrace on a cold winter’s…
Losing Lola
An empty house, once filled with life Now just a shell, a lonely sight. Memories haunt me in every room Of all the joy, the love, the bloom. I roam the halls, a ghost of what used to be A…