Chasing Her

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been chasing her. Not a woman, really. But something like her.A silhouette in the distance—sharp, confident, impossible to forget.She walks like she knows the answers. Talks in riddles. Smiles rarely but meaningfully.And…

Messages Unsent

It was all here until you were here, The priceless being of yours spreading sunshine all across. Now that you are gone…