A Kiss From Death
Our first time meeting
Was nothing short of dreamy.
Standing above an unrecognizable body
My mother on the kitchen floor
Dead by her own bullet.
“Why do you cry?”
You ask me.
“Death is only natural.”
You left shortly after
Without any trace.
I’ve tried chasing after you
But it seems I’m always late.
It’s been nearly a decade today
Since we last met
Yet my thoughts still linger about you.
A quiet knock on the door
Today’s the day.
I’m gifted with brightly colored flowers.
I pour him a glass of wine
Grand Vin de Château Latour, 1961.
In his drink I slip your ticket
And wait for your arrival.
We’ll be together soon,
Dearest Death.
Posted Apr 28, 2018, 2:50 PM UTC
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