Death

In the moments before death
I wanted to say the truth
but I did not know what it was

How can we say goodbye
to this extraordinary
unasked for mystery
that pretends itself
into every ordinary
crevice of experience?

The un-asked-for gift
is now asked for back

Death standing over me with a scythe
and a clipboard
looking slightly apologetic
"Erm… excuse me…
would you mind going now?"

I look up into his deep blue eyes
I lean towards him and put my arms around his broad shoulders
He winces slightly
Then I whisper softly with my cheek pressed against his:
"In the moments before death
I want to tell you the truth
but I do not know what it is"