Ask While You Can

Tell me, my friend,

where do you come from,

what is your name,

what do you live for?

All these things are important on this still and stolen night.

For if we believe in the tales of things we fear,

we risk what path down which we are steered.

I wish to know what you'd do if something indeed did come to get me,

What you'd risk if anything at all. 

When the night beckons or the day whispers,

Or someone speaks those echoed words you keep hidden,

When you understand,

I wonder if you'll truly see, my friend, what makes these questions so important.

If you'd bothered to ask me when we first met, 

what a different path you'd have.

Now you here.

Arms reach away.

Reaching for how you might have missed it.

How you could have let me die after I wished it.