An Old Lover

Death, but an old lover, always seems to find his way Back within your sheets in the middle of lonely nights. As you feel your body regress, his sharp presence becomes all too familiar: It is inviting; it is sensual; it is an addiction that will never go away. “I will love you for eternity, darling, and will never let you go.” His poisonous words are promising, And you think to accept them all too soon, once again. “But I must fight,” you try to convince yourself. You must fight the comfort of his promises, The chill of his bearing that stings your sensitive skin. The sun rises, and he slowly vanishes into the warmth of a new day. You can feel your bones strengthen with the rising beat of your heart. But his body stains your sheets, And you know his sweet promise will forever cling to you each passing day: “I will love you forever, darling, and will never let you go.”