Death

death,

i see you a many times,

on your ear,

on my heart,

my friends think you will come in years,

once, and show them everything,

all at once

but that is not true.

because you are always there

you know them better than themselves

you love them, you adore them

you watch them

because you can never die,

because you never were that to begin with,

the final hour is not a bridge, nor an ending

only continued existence,

the final hour holds nothing different,

only a beginning that never began,

so it never really was, meaning it cannot ever end

because you never were to become,

not without the friend

friend?

do you mean the one, or death?

because the idea of death is impossible,

yet here that insignificant everything is, in your ear, and on my heart

are they both the same?

or is it just a game?

a funny one,

designed by you,

both death,

and the friend,

who made this

without knowing?