Death


No, she said
as Death knock-knocked-on her door
no, not now
because I've got friends to meet and dreams to live
I've got passions to pursue and cakes to bake and lovers to love
and families to embrace
and I've got myself to find.
I just can't possibly leave, not yet
but Death took her
cold shoulder and steel hand
Death stole her
leaving passions unpursued and cakes unbaked and lovers unloved,
families embraced and herself unfound
and Death said
I've got a job to do
you had time
those passions were your own to pursue.
Was I the one who consumed your time,
stole your fingers from passions to find,
did I prevent your hands from embracing,
your dreams from chasing?
No, no, dearest
that was all you.

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