Thomas
You came in after dark
And stayed until early morning,
Creeping in softly as on tiny cat feet
To steal my heart away unexpectedly,
While I was washing dishes.
Did you think I wouldn’t notice?
As you softly spoke into my ears . . .
Words wrapping me up . . .
Pulling me gently toward you . . .
Surrounding me until I couldn’t escape.
I didn’t even struggle,
Accepting my fate.
Death
I saw Death today
Sitting by the side of the road,
Watching and waiting.
But it wasn’t waiting for me today,
It was watching for someone else.
But I looked Death in the face,
And it looked back at me,
Unblinking, uninterested.
But it lifted its head in a nod of acknowledgement.
Because we both knew we were destined to meet again . . .
Just not today.
About the author:
Ruth Young, Monroe, Louisiana, is retired and enjoys travel, photography, and time with her family.
