Suddenly or not,
slowly or not. Death arrives
at the rightest times

***

I have people that
love me; that's not protection
from loss, pain, sadness

***

My heart aches. Sunset
now paints everything in pink:
the color of pain. 

***

Even the fire
dies: it gave us all it had:
warmth, care, light, and love

***

Finally I must
take care of myself alone:
my father died