An Acquaintance

Death? Yes I know her well
Might even call her friend
I’ve seen her round consistently
Not just when life must end

I first met Death when I was six
In the vast forest, dark, alone
She wrapped her ghostly hand ‘bout mine
And gently lead me home

She was there when I had broke
On the bathroom floor I cried
Death brushed my hair and washed my face
“I’m doing fine” l lied

Death was in the stars one winter eve
And in amongst the trees
When I could finally crawl away from him
I smelled her on the breeze

And when one day I meet her last
I shall not be afraid
For who could loath or fear someone
Who’s loved me all my days

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