The Question

Wide brown eyes dominated her oblonged pale face, She whose Job was daily working with the almost dead. She harbored her final question to put to him she loved, He, perhaps The One, her Partner Perhaps. And so she softly asked, 'When that time comes for me, Would you, could you, help me die?' Partner Perhaps stared at her, seeming aghast or confused by her cold cut to the ultimate ask. A moment shredded the air before he shook his head and turned away. When at the crossroads of stay together or walk away, The walk it was.