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.