Morbid Poetry

The last time I saw Death

The last time I saw Death
She did not see me
Beside me sat the man she saw
And I was the last person
My father did see
He never looked at her
And she didn't look at me.

The first time I saw death
She looked me in the eye
I didn't see her clearly
Until I finally ceased to cry
But a pedestrian saw me
And dragged me from the edge
And maybe that was the last time
Death will ever look for me

What if we
May glimpse Death
A hundred times or more?
But Death has an agenda
She comes but once to my door
So now I live in fear
I may live forevermore

I have learned to love life
Since Death first came for me
But what torment I would live in
To live on endlessly

Or maybe
Just maybe
Death and I
In a tango be
A relationship of give and take
Like chess, moves made deliberately
I guess that the next time I look at Death
I will have to see
And maybe
Just maybe
She will once again see me.