Death’s thoughts on a friend

the first time

she was young

and for a moment

we talked

about nothing

but flowers

two years more

she told me

her name's jean

and that she

hated outfits

with the color yellow

I lost track

until she

popped up

and said that

she was tired

of seeing me

another time

she said that

she would make

sure she would

not see me

until the end

a year after

her distraught

I told her

we can't stop

and that she

keeps dying

her second time

before her last

she told me

"Death I know

It's a curse

I will end"

Her last time

way too young

she did