Death Waits

She saw him standing alone on the corner. Black hooded shirt. His dark eyes downcast She glanced at him then hurried by. Sparing not a thought; Work doesn't wait. She saw him sitting Silent alone in the crowded diner. Waving away the Girl; the steaming cup untouched before him. He looked familiar. Did she know him? Barely a flash of thought. A date won't wait. She saw him across the heads of dancers. Leaning on the thin rail. An almost smile on his full lips. Daters twirl and swirl Between them. A flash of Knowledge as shots fire. Black eyes meet Hers; Hand outstretched. Recognizing she grasps his hand. Death no longer waits.