Gift of Time

 

I may leave tomorrow,
or it may be
another twenty years.
Each moment given,
I will hold it
dear.

Our lives are being a Buddhist

 

You come, you leave,
I feel happy, I feel pain.
All within
a day’s span.

Irony of Fate

 

It was,

a one-night stand.

A warm bed

in Champlain Towers.

Later he said,
it is late
why not
stay over?

I did. 

 

The tragedy of  Champlain Towers.