Death Came By Yesterday

Just an ordinary day with Death.

Death came by yesterday

I told him to take off his shoes

He placed them by the door

While I put a pot on the stove.

I asked,” What brings you by, old friend?”

And he told me,” It has been a while.”

 

So we sat on the couch

And shared some conversation.

He’d been busy, he said

The stress had been building up

And I laughed, because he never spoke like this

“You’re just getting soft, is all.”

 

Yes, it was an ordinary day with Death

So I turned on the telly and we watched cartoons

We didn’t talk for a while

Until the pot whistled at me

And Death politely offered to pour the tea

I said,” I’ve missed your company.”

 

Death came by today

I told him to take off his shoes

But he only looked at me with hollow eyes

With one last shudder, I started to cry

He held my hand like an old friend

Outside, I breathed fresh air for the first time

Author's Note

Pretty random, but I rather like it, and the meaning behind it.

Reviews

[Deepshikha]

One word: epic.
I love poems that portray death as a friendly figure, and you've done justice to my love.
The way you wrote this is spectacular, especially with the dialogue. And the lines "I told him to take off his shoes/He placed them by the door" made me melt.
Oh death!

I've had tea with Death before. It's bittersweet with a tearful release. Gorgeous writing. I was beyond moved.