Death has nothing to
do with
the end of my earthly body.

How those maggots will
feast at my innards!

Death is a collection
of the things that fear
lets us see,
but not touch.
Kiss, but not love.
Forgive,
and lie that we forget.

Death is all of this, and more.
It is everything and nothing.
It is That lover you should not
have loved.

I thought I would try though.
October is the time of hurt;
death.