I do not know how to say, "I am afraid to die," in a poetic way.
The void is not a thought I revel in reviewing
I often wonder if elder couples do not fear that departure,
because they have spent a lifetime together...
would you like to find out?
Maybe Nature would take pity on two still hearts buried as one
I cannot fathom what—if anything—is waiting on the other side
and I am not capable of facing it alone.
When Darkness's cold hand reaches for mine,
I hope you let me hold fast to you.
Would it be so frightening, then,
to believe you were waiting for me?
My Peace, I think not.
For I am terrified of oblivion,
but never of holding your hand.
