Spooked.

We have been talking of graveyards and ghosts

Of the mysteries and the intangibles

Of fear and dark thoughts

And I somehow end up thinking

Of you, 

who left too early

And of you, 

who left it for too late

But most of all,

I think of you

Who didn't know you were gone

And I wonder

About what could have been

If our places were swapped

And I cannot but think

You think it too.

Unintended

I thought of her yesterday
When I was giving my girl a bath
I thought, she would have done it for her daughter too
And I felt a little sad.

I thought of her late at night
When I was reading a message from a friend
I thought, she would have giggled at the words
And I felt a little sad.

I didn't think of her this morning
As I was aimlessly surfing through various social media platforms
I didn't think stumbling on her name
Static and cold would cause so much hurt,
Beyond sadness, beyond pain.