What if death wanted to say good night too

What if he tried and failed every time

With the hopes that

One day his touch won’t turn her cold and blue

That she would wake up in the morn’ and smile

Have a good day and come back

Maybe say good night to him too

Maybe death just wanted to touch

And know that his touch didn’t give

Transitional goosebumps but left a smile

On her face for once

So that he would boast

But to who?

Or at least enjoy the thought that

She would not feel the cold of

His loving presence

Or decide to leave the earth at the sight of

His smiling face

Maybe that’s why he hid under her bed

In the crevices of the wall

At the corner of her room

And outside her window

To whisper his good night

And touch her again one last time

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