Death, My Dearest Dear,
I know you, longer than I know myself. You always slept under my bed, waiting patiently, silently; you never called my name - you didn't have to. I know you by the shape and smell of the silence you left behind. For years I hated you, and now I hate myself for loving things you'll one day take. Death, My Dearest Dear, I wish one day I will stop asking and sit beside you in the dark, as someone who has finally understood that I was never meant to hate you; I was only meant to live,- while You wait.