Soon the darkness crept in,
Sending long shadows across the walls,
Showing faint silhouettes of the world.
Her nurse was kind,
He tended to her every need,
However she needed nothing.
There was nothing she could do,
There were no thoughts for distraction,
There were no words to speak.
Her nurse sat and talked,
He was bored too, she guessed,
He may even have been lonely.
She was surprised by him,
Surprised that she didn't mind him,
Surprised she was even listening.
'If this is to be it,' she thought,
'I am glad it is he and no other,'
It was as if he really cared.
"We're getting married in a month,"
Was what he was saying to her,
When she got out of her thoughts.
She was glad for him,
She was glad he had something,
Something to live for, unlike her.
For a moment, she imagined it,
Feeling joy in living life,
Feeling as if there were purpose.
Listening to him talk that way,
Life almost seemed worth living,
Like it was worth something.
But it did not last long,
Being that way was not possible,
But he left in a good mood.
Alone again, she looked out the window,
And the settling night steeled her,
A resolve as strong as iron chains.
Harsh, cold steel slid easily through,
Her skin dyed red with her lifeblood,
Hand outstretched and welcoming.
White light consumed her once more.
When she reached the wood, she knew.
"We shall be together always," said Death with a gentle kiss.
