Dear Death

Dear Death, you must be busy but I want to have a word,

I want to talk to you about things that may seem absurd.

Do you remember when you never replied to my texts?

I wanted you to skip through your list and take me next.

My mortal eyes couldn’t find a path other than yours,

I suffered an illness that only your medicine cures.

Did you think there’s still much more to my story?

Or was it simply not my time to be part of history?

Dear Death, I don’t expect you to spare time to reply,

After all, sparing is the one thing you notoriously defy.

I pray that you’re gentle with all the souls you’re taking,

For you’re not being easy on the ones you’re forsaking.

At the end of the day I must say that I’m grateful,

Though the grief I’m carrying is heavy and painful.

For as much as you’re taking, you also happen to give,

And maybe the promise of dying is why we want to live.

– Da⁹⁰