Don't die from old age,
It's illegal.
You'll be arrested,
Jailed for a life sentence
With no parole.
You must die from cancer,
Pnemonia
Or some other acceptable
And legal disease,
But not old age
With blunt sight,
Withering bascilli in windpipes,
Conflicted consciousness
With
Unsteady steps.
These must be symptoms
Of a greater malaise.
So,
Take heart,
You cannot die from old age.

Can it be
I'm the only one left?
The rest of humanity seems to have gone to shame.

I'm not even sure they are human,
I don't even think they are sane.

The rest of the Humans are gone.
I am only left.
Yet to be replaced by a race,
of hate and greed.
Where everyone covets and wants what others have.

So now I wait,
to be replaced.
By one of these
Aliens.

You know I don't like bright colours
And I know that you like your sandwiches without the crust
That the way you crinkle your nose
Is the kind of thing that inspires feats of creativity
Acts as a catalyst for courage
Drives men to insanity
A siren of the sea
Singing your tantalizing melody
I know that you like to hide behind
Large glasses and the oversized sleeves of your sweater
And you know that I prefer perimeters
To loud centers
I know the ways that your auburn hair tends to blow in the breeze
How you tie it up in messy styles when you read
To keep it from hindering
You diving into the worlds of the unseen
And most of all I know that I love all the things that I know about you
And that that's enough