My Closest Friend

Tue, 08/27/2013 - 20:08 -- Serina

Death,
my closest friend,
talk to me some more.
Let's discuss my funeral
and write my will.
Death,
won't I see you soon?
I can feel your grasp tighten
but don't let go
for this is what I seek.
Death ,
what way will I meet you?
So many choices
but one in particular comes to mind...
We'll discuss that later.
Death,
you've always been there for me.
In the ups and downs
through hell and back.
Will you wait for me?

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