By Shawn Marc Carreon
Recent days have been a delight,
The mornings where I’d wake up,
‘Till the nights where I lay rest,
Days that pass have been more.
Seconds tend to the joys of love,
Minutes become the hours of fate,
It lives like there’s no tomorrow,
Where time flies above the skies.
I live for the present where you remain,
Memories, they enlighten my every step,
Between my fingers are the spaces you’ve filled,
I curl up to my very own words.**
