Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write

death is an old friend

Death is an old friend coming to visit from out of town

I would love to see Death
I would love to be in his warm loving embrace
I would love to listen to his story of the town he was coming from
He said he's seen my mother there
Somewhere
In the town where he lives
Happy
Flourishing
Alive

Death is an old friend coming to visit from out of town
And he asked me to come join him back home