Dear Death

Dear Death,

Who made you so cold so inside?

Every time I see you you’re never happy, excited or mad,

Just sad day after day.

Most people are terrified when you come and, miserable, heartbroken,

Grieving, break down when you finally leave.

You’re as cold as a morning frost on a corpse

And as bitter as sour apple.

When people need you the most you usually end up arriving late or proceed

To wait in your car, waiting for what you believe is the right time

To get out and walk up to the porch and knock on their door.

But when people don’t need or want you around, you show up uninvited anyways.

You don’t know me yet and hopefully won’t know me anytime soon.

But when the time comes for us to meet,

I hope it’s fast, quick and easy going so that you can get on with your life

And I can get on with mine.

But we both know that’s not how you do things.

I also hope that by the time we meet that I can say I’ve lived a life worth living for

And that I’m with the people that mean the most to me.

Dear Death, my question for you is

Do you love what you do?

Or hate and despise it with every bone in your body?

Until we meet,

T.A.Y