Death knocked on my door, 'Hello, heaven is next,' I counted under my breath, he didn't respond. His glare upon my scars, he tore down a bit. He knew I waited for such long time, and now; Shall I propose, I didn't wait anymore. I stood tall, probably taller than when I longed for his presence, looked him in the eyes, and worded my heart as I waited to do so for years.
'You see, I've been a fan of yours for years, maybe centuries if I got myself correct in how many tears these eyes of mine shed,
I will be quick, tender, dear. I no more wish upon no tomorrows, give me years to feel what I couldn't when I yearned for you, please,
I need to feel as much as I can before leaving again.'
He looked, dearly with warmth, nodded his head and left.