It is the moment you have.
Read: pick up a thought and leave your mark-
Make a difference



Three ones, two threes.
A zero in between.
One day, two people
Now nothing in between.
A moment, a gaze,
A touch, a kiss,
Two lives changed; a gift.

Deep in thought,
Nibbling the insides of his cheeks
Twirling the ends of her hair on her finger
Head cocked to one side.
Deep breathed sigh, silence
Garrulous; a minute inundated with words,
Bursting at the seams-tears

A wall of shoulders,
A shield from dangers,
Hope holds warm- it rocks you to sleep
It makes you dream,
Strengthens you,
Pushes you and Supports you.

No quandary insurmountable
With the muscle of the other, beside you.

It Goes

Tomorrow drives by
In a car so fast, it looks like today
That was yesterday
The gift becomes the memory
Of time never regained.

I wonder what my future yesterdays will be like.



I have always admired Maya. I've looked up to her, adored her, wanted to be her. I have been in awe of her, fascinated by her and impressed with her. I've looked her up and read about her, reveling in every detail of her life hoping that I could somehow replicate it in my own. I have thought about her. I have dreamed about her. She is gone. Never will I get to meet her, to hug her to tell her... Never will I get to gawk at her and ask her a silly question before I bombard her with the deepened abyss of my questioning soul. Never shall I get to stare into those wise eyes and say, "Tell it to me" 
Gone but not forgotten she has risen in me. Awakened the dormant words in my heart. In the silencing of her body her being ignites in me a fire I thought had been snuffed out by the cooling of the coals. 
Gone but not forgotten, I remember. I remember what is was like to dream as a little girl, that I stood before a crowd and mesmerized them with my lyrics of my mouth. The rhythm of my tongue and the hum of my voices. As My Angel-ou would, I would create a cadence that cascades and cradles, that rattles through the body and awakens in people the very thing that makes them who they are.
My heart broke at the realization that she is gone.
Gone but not forgotten, your legacy lives on.