A Momentary Chill

Although I cannot hear your sound, I feel you must be hanging 'round as I grow old. I can't fool myself or pretend. You don't compromise or bend when it's time for me to end. Why are you so cold? You're like a woman in a fantasy I think about but never see. Through hardship and strife, at times you offered me relief, escape from pain and grief, and though you're a heartless thief, you wouldn't take my life. The time, now near, I have no choice, I listen, but I don't hear your voice, lying quiet and still. Will you inundate me with fear or comfort me like a teddy bear? I only feel, as I disappear, a momentary chill.