Dying young ain't so bad.
She once told me.
I couldn't fathom. To die young?
What a miserable waste.

Dying young ain't so bad.
She retorted.
It provoked me. To die young?
Old age seems inane.

Dying young ain't so bad.
I told her.
She retracted. To die young?
Can we extend the clock a bit?

Dying young ain't so bad.
I comforted her.
She gazed in silence. To die young?
Not now.

Dying young ain't so bad.
I buried her.