When death took you, I was sound asleep.
I coulden fight it for you.
I did not hold your hand one last time.
I coulden be there to feel the pulse fade away.
Death emerged victorious.
Death staked its claim on you.
Death knew the odds of winning.
Maybe you let your guard down.
Maybe be you knew.
Maybe you thought we could overcome death again.
You fought my war once,
we won.
Maybe you thought it woulden be so hard.
But.
What if Death was lenient?
What if Death was cruel?
What if Death was stubborn?
What if Death had compassion?
Death took my favorite pair pf hands away from me.
Death took you away from my discounted love.
Death stole my last day with you.
Who is Death?
and why did it take you while I was asleep?
