Room in the Bed

Oh Death,

Slow and steady.

Sure and welcoming.

Feared and avoided.

You exit. You grace. You blackening heart.

The man without a face.

The man of every place.

Oh Death.

I wait for you. I invite you with every choice and word and turn and I set a place for you at night.

I leave room in the bed.

In my head

You constant companion.

Motivation for success and logic for apathy and steel under faith and eyes for life and beauty.

Oh Death.

Aren't you everything?

In the end,

aren't you just all there is, Death?