i reached out, hand extended,

ready to break his fall if his

voice wavered when he spoke.

"i love you," i told him, with a

hopeful smile and an

understanding nod. i thought

he would say he wasn't ready,

if the case wasn't i love you,

back. i was wrong.

i am tired of burying people i love

six feet under in my mind.

why must men run when they 

fear the grim reaper's affection?

he is only there to bring him

solace on his way home...