Dear Death Poem by Michael C H

Dear Death,

There are days that I miss our talks,
Our flirting,
Our understandings,
Our everything.
Do you remember?
I almost fell in love with you,
A dark, twisted love,
The only kind I thought I had.
I should've stayed away.
You comforted me.
I should've stayed away.
We grew apart but you stayed.
When I was scared
You were there.
When I was hurt
You were there.
When I was there
You were there with me.

I've found new comfort
New friends
New life.
Part of me will always see you like I did
But I think of you less and less.

Until we meet again,
A survivor