When you know,
Death is coming
Do you welcome her
Like a long lost relative,
Standing in disbelief that
It’s been so long?
Too strong to forget,
She carries fire
On her back,
Black Widow,
To warm the souls.
Do you invite her
To take a load off?
You offer her a cup of
coffee while she waits,
her careful sips
a reminder of your
loved one’s staggered breath.
Sitting at the edge of your seat,
Feeling a stranger in your own home,
Anxiety grips your throat
Blood rushes your stomach
Fire in your pit,
You clasp your hands, sweaty,
Bracing the title wave of fear.
You comfort yourself
Sharing threads of your life,
your bond transforms into memories.
You laugh nervously,
death knows all that and more.
Does she indulge you or move
on to the order of business?
You look at her
Through pleading watery eyes,
She looks deep into her cup-
Seer discovering a new
message.
“The love is within you”
She says before slipping away
Your love mummified in her
Grip.
Note: This is the first poem of my July marathon, 30 more to go!
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