I've often wondered how death would take me, would he come in the night like a silent thief?
Or would he take my hand slowly,
Leaving a gentle kiss upon my cheek?
Walking side by side into the unknown,
Just me and him and no sight of my home.
Would he's bony fingers intertwine with mine as he leads me into a glimmering sea with faces of people I've loved previously.
How nice it would be if he turned to me, wiping every tear that escaped. Gathering them in the palm his hands,
Keeping them so safe.
