A Letter to Death,

Death,

You cause sleep in your wake.

You leave us full of regrets and 'what-if’s'

Like, “Maybe if they hadn’t let them play outside…”

Or, “Should they have gone with him that night?”

Or, “I could have been just a bit more careful…”

Or, “If only this or that…”

You make us want to rewind time.

But, since we can’t, you make us curl up and cry, wishing to wake from the never-ending nightmare until we realize that there is actually absolutely nothing we can do.

Life goes on. You are inevitable.

Appearing again and again. Taking everyone around us one by one.

And, after we bury the bodies, or let them burn,

we can only pray the same isn’t happening to their souls.

Your coming is dreaded, but your ending is near.

You will be defeated in due time.

Mark my words.