#15. Winter Warmed Me

“So…” I say into the phone.

“My place. You and Me. Ghibli Movie Marathon. The whole weekend.” You say, from the other end.

I laugh. “That’s how we’re spending the New Year?”

“Yes.” The firmness in your voice surprises me.

My voice softens. “Okay.”

I click my phone off and sigh.

I wonder how you’re going to tolerate 20 studio Ghibli movies

in one weekend.

Again, this is meh.

#28: Ghost stories at Breakfast

#28: Ghost stories at Breakfast

Little more sentiment.

You seem to appear at odd times of the day, 

When I’m in the shower,

I feel you peeking at me through the gap in the curtains.

When I’m in the kitchen,

your eyes follow me around. 

When I’m on my way to work,

you travel beside me.

When I’m sipping green tea

in front of TV, after a long day.

When I’m tucked in bed, 

you hover at the door, gingerly. 

We don’t do anything. 

You don’t speak. 

I don’t speak. 

We just share glances,

knowing smirks,

with mischievous glints in our eyes, 

and you laugh out loud,

having the freedom

that no one else can see or

hear you. 

Or your motherly fun.

#27: Look for me in the stillness

#27: Look for me in the stillness

I stare at the wall;

I’ve been staring at it for God knows how long.

For hours, months, years,

I can’t say because,

each time I look ta it,

you look different.

In every picture,

in every doodle that you and I

did together,

in every painting that you did,

in every charcoal sketch that I did.

Every tear that falls on the ground,

memories of you and me

are etched deeper into my soul.