If life gave me three days, would I still stand here alone at that time, watching those familiar faces shuttle through memories filled with sadness.
If I could lie quietly in your gentle arms, would we still stand in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows and look at the clear blue sea.
If we lived in different families, would we still face mistakes that did not belong to us in this way?
I hope you are sitting under the warm sunshine. I don't know if you will show up today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.