Then one day, He was just there.
He came like He had never left.
It was as though He had just went for coffee.
I looked and turned toward Him,
He smiled, but didn't stare.
From a distance, a steady pace He kept,
silently walking, casually approaching me.
I gestured a nod, He didn't respond.
My mood was uneasy, but I felt calm.
A cool breeze blew the fog around,
spiral twists, a distant sound.
When He past, it was right through,
a twinkling glance, a rush of breath,
"Hold on there Sir, let me catch up to you.
My constant companion, my friend, Death."
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