Holding Hands With Death

I asked death Walking by my side Silently holding my hand From the day I first cried, "How will it feel when you'll come to me?" "Will it be painful or will I feel free?" Not saying a word She stared into my eyes So I asked again "Will I be happy or will it be a hurtful goodbye?" I waited for the words that never came But I pictured her smile As if telling me we still have to walk a mile, While entering another street of fate My heart questioned again "If I want to stay a little longer will you wait?" The smile I pictured Got lost somewhere Because we both know The answer, lying unspoken in the air Without another word, I tightened my grip around her hand And started leaving footprints on the life's soft sand"