Ishaisms, Poetry

If I let myself remember you

If I let myself remember you as you were, before you left - and not as you are in memories I curated mindfully for the museum of your being- a life taken all too soon, I know, I will never want to wake up again. If I let myself remember how sick you got, how… Continue reading If I let myself remember you

Ishaisms

Orphans stop waiting

It comes to me from time to time that moment and that conversation - a haunting weight I knew even then would leave a heavier imprint than one would've guessed. She said to me at the library as we worked on the art project how orphans stop waiting once they get used to the wait… Continue reading Orphans stop waiting