Oxygen.
I began writing about him since the day he left. I wrote miles of words; strung into sentences, heartbreaking paragraphs and poems that don’t rhyme in the hopes that one day, a word or a strategically-placed semicolon would tug at his heartstrings and he would come back. I wrote of him as the very air
Read MoreMorning Routine.
Wake up to hit the snooze button. Wake up again. Properly. Officially. Already-late to wherever I am going. Reach across to what used to be your side of the bed to find empty sheets. Check the phone just in case you had changed your mind. Perform typical bodily functions. Wonder how one can go
Read MoreHindsight.
I shouldn’t have brought you to all my favourite places. Because now I can’t go anywhere without being reminded of you. I shouldn’t have made that playlist of all the songs we’d sing aloud to in the car. Because now I drive with the radio turned off, now that all the sad songs are about
Read MoreAbout Me
iaremunyee.
Played many roles in life but I have always been and will always be a writer first.