I sat with Death in the front seat of my car
Under the old rusted street lamp down the
street from my home.
I found him sitting in the shadows off the
highway last night,
Gave him a cigarette and asked him to
keep me company.
He held my hand, though I couldn’t feel
His presence felt cold yet strangely
He asked me through cigarettes puffs,
“Why do you think of me as strongly as you do?
You know nothing of me, what if I am not
what you want?”
“I find solace in what I do not know; you
are my greatest fear,
And yet you are what I wish for the most.”
Death chuckled, put out the cigarette by
“Why wish for me now when we are bound
to meet eventually?
Whether fate decides when it’s your time
or you determine that yourself,
I will take your hand and you will be one
Tears ran down my face, my voice began
“And then? What will happen next? Will
you stay with me, or will I be alone again?”
He looked me in the eyes, “Perhaps it is
best to keep that unknown.”
He pressed his lips to my cheek, I felt my
skin start to melt.
He left me in an instant, alone in my
car under the street lamp,
Leaving behind the smell of his cigarette
smoke, regret, and false hope.