I woke up early to make you breakfast. One soft-boiled egg,resting on a bed of salad. Two cherry tomatoes, sliced

I wonder. If our world was full of love, would there be any hurting children? Would our children have a

Before I go,I’ll lay out breakfast one last time. Red strawberries on your favorite plate. I’ll make us chamomile tea

I saw you on the street. Our eyes did not meet. The pavement was cold, and yet you lay still.

Something to fall in love with are someone’s mannerisms. A simple love language. I’ve learned from the way you slow

I crumble completely when I feel your presence around. I’m not sure what’s so comforting about your stance even if

I like black tea. Brewed to perfection. The sweet aroma wafting through the air, inviting me to come insideand sip