BLOSSOM GRAM

  Dearly Beloved, Learning to unlove you took me years, Trying to forget your favorite coffee shop, The food you loved, The movies that made you cry, And the way you made me feel, Even if I only saw you from across the room. It took me years! And it took you what seemed like seconds, Because you fell out of love with me, While you were in … love with me, The look you gave me slowly started to fade away, You didn’t enjoy your favorite food, You didn’t cry or laugh at movies, And your phone gave you more dopamine than any of my kisses could ever, Learning to unlove you took me years, It took you seconds, Because you were doing it all along, And didn’t have the decency… to tell me!   The art of unloving someone. It’s funny how we don’t know what love is but we do know what love isn’t. Maybe Juliet knew, that’s why she chose to follow Romeo, or maybe Shakespeare knew, that’s why he wrote the play but regardless of whatever love is, we all know what i

  DEATH ! Maybe a name came up when you read it; Keziah and Kinuthia came to mind. I will write about Kinuthia another time, for some reason I loved this man a lot. Well, story for another day. So, who dies? What is death? Do we know when we die or do we just wake up as usual in our dreams and continue living without knowing we died? Do we still meet our loved ones in that “place”? You might have your definition of death, but I believe that death comes to those who are left behind. The ones who loved and cared for the gone person are the ones who die. Sadly, a woman I love recently lost someone she loved; she broke down. Another friend lost his sibling and I watch his stories knowing what I will find. Another lost her joy; she called them that and the world lost her eccentric laughter [ for some strange reason I enjoy listening to her laugh]. A certain man told me, “To each, their own” and my whole life came to a still. Have I been living right? Have I been judging people just bec