Good Friday

2nd April 2021.

So, we come to the second day.  Don't forget, you can join in too. Just go to NaPoWriMo.net . 

Good Friday.

Death, dear friend, I have no fear of your coming,

For it will be just an instant,

from one short breath to no breath.

But what frightens me more

is what might come before,

the how of approaching the end. 

Those imaginings  sometimes swirl

around in my mind, like a tornado,

when least expected.

Today, Love dies, 

and part of me, the part that yearns,

wants to join him,

now,

Yet, I question if I am ready,

ready to leave behind, 

those other loves.

Not for me, you understand,

but for them.