Death's Wish

Death seeks a companion.
His wish is my command.
I go to him and stand by his side.
His eyes are full of lost love.

I know he is fooling,
but I go anyways.
I am hoping he'll
learn to love me
like I love him.

He takes me with him.
His arms are cold.
I know he doesn't
love me,
but I don't care.

He holds me close
as we journey
to his domain.
I am hopeful,
but then I see
he was fooling
all along.

I turn away and
begin to cry.
Shedding tears of
things that were
supposed to be
predicable.

I know he never
loved me,
but I don't care.
I wanted the love,
not knowing if it
hurt or not.

Truth be told,
I learned my lesson.
Never take a walk
with death
or soon be forgotten. . .