Dear death,
How have you been?
It's been awhile since I've felt your warmth envelope my skin,
Sometimes I hear your whisper echo between my sheets,
Or let your poems whisk me off to sleep,
Do you miss me?
The scent of smoke drifting from my clothes,
Like a perfume that you loathe,
But cherish when you're alone,
And I can't say the same,
Your grasp once swallowed me whole but I'm okay,
Now I'm okay.

Dear death,
I hear your knuckles graze my door.
The winter months have reached their crux,
I'm sure you long for warmth,
But the corners of my conscious suffer to let me know,
That if you lay a minute in my bed it'll be so hard to see you go,
Did you love me?
I swear I never meant to do you wrong,
You saw right through me all along,
And even if your body felt like home,
And your essence is in all I am and all I know,
Maybe I'm just better off alone.

And how am I supposed to sleep at night?
Knowing that your ghost is waiting for me on the other side?
And I will keep my head above the surface until your rivers run dry,
These brittle bones harness the strength to fight.

You may consume every piece of me,
Just leave me be.

And when you turn your back on me,
And tell me I'll die alone,
I feel everything you've taken,
In the marrow of my bones.

What if I never loved you?
What was I to say,
If you sacrifice what is most dear to me,
As a plea for me to stay?

And I'm sorry that it must end this way,
But now I'm okay.

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