Dear Death
As much as you are an unknown human, your name seems to be getting around pretty well during this period. For goodness sake, you do not even have to break a sweat making a name for yourself, you are just a natural at it, meanwhile some of us work our asses hard for that. But even with all that popularity and all, no one loves you. At the mention of your name, moods change. That must suck, right?
Is that what upsets you Death? So, you act under the influence of being abandoned or from being seen as negative? I mean you and your buddy, Love, seemed to have been really close, because you know the saying “love each other till death do us apart”, but I guess you kept stealing her clients. Ooppss!
Sometimes, I think you are misunderstood, cause humans try to avoid you, but you are social and it is not your fault that your job is not fun loving to be exact, I mean you showing up to people’s door steps as an uncalled for uber driver to surprise them in whatever manner your creative minds tells you to do lol and who knows the number of trips you make in a day, phew, must be tiresome!
Anyways Death, I am writing this letter to you to tell you keep being you because even if I say otherwise, you can not do anything about it, you can not change who you are, even if billions of wishing stars passed by, sorry about that.
Pass some hugs and kisses to Love for me when next you do see her, tell her I think she is awesome. Also tell Cupid that I still await the grand visit from my supposed significant other.
See you soon (like not anytime soon “soon” but a very far future “soon”).
Your inevitable client,
Bluechameleon
For the love of it
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
Sigh, I glanced around the room with white walls
I looked at my family, it was too heavy on them
The room reeked of sadness... Sigh
Then came the nurse, “Any final wish Madam”
“Yes”, I said. She came closer for her to hear me and left.
Moments later, a Pepsi and a loaf of bread came accompanied with a table, two chairs, two wine glasses and a white cloth,
My husband stared at me with tears, whilst I invited him to join me at the table.
Everything I wanted by Billie Eilish began to play as I had requested.
I ate my bread and took a gulp of my pepsi, savoring its significance in how it brought us him and I together and all the lovely memories cancer granted us with.
The tears were building up, I smiled and looked at him, “Remember when you asked me why it was always Pepsi I drank.” He chuckled “Yes, and you always said you its for the love it.”
We laughed hard but it came to an abrupt end when I started coughing and blood came out. It was time.
He carried me to the bed and stayed beside me, holding me tight.
*Beep* *Beeep* *Beeeeeeeeeeep*
Bad habit
In darkness and in light
I can’t quite seem to find you, yet you hope that I might
You watch and tease me to your satisfaction
Beauty in abstract form, you command attention
Short of words, for you are just my guilty pleasure
Under your spell, I bid to you, my possessor
Charmed by my acts, you apply more pressure leaving me with no rest
Trapped in denial, my conscience wallows in nothing but distress
Que Sera Sera
The pen and paper inquired of us
“Could the new couple make it?”
Their hearts skipped a beat
Looking at each other
with entwined hands
They chuckled
"YES!"
"YES!"
They chuckled
with entwined hands
Looking at each other
Their hearts skipped a beat
"Could the new couple make it?"
The pen and paper inquired of us