Tuesday’s Lament

Death has touched me. She is here
Standing at the shoulder of my friend
She is no more of this time and place
Now she travels with the Crone to the Summerland

Here I sit
Here I cry
And I wonder when Death will come for me

Death has touched me. Touched me in my heart
She has taken. She has taken away my friend
She has taken so many others before
But this time it is personal

Here I sit and write these words
And I wonder when Death will come for me

Death heas touched me. Just a passing glance
Leaving me here
Leaving me here warm and alive
Leaving me here to carry on without her
Leaving me here without my dear sweet friend

And I sit
And I cry
And I wonder
When Death will come for me