Our love is like a new spring
A colorful fall
Like warm summer nights
Beauty of winter snow and ice
Everlasting..

the presence of death
will be forever with you
lingering through the darkness
hiding behind every corner
accompanied with your fears

feeding of the moments
of weakness and trepidation
giggling at times of
worry and nervousness
caressing your shoulder
pressing you forward
fighting against your will
challenging your instinct to survive

angels will protect you
but time and time again
they will fall
just as you will tumble before
the presence of death

I am;
something you forget.

Remember
after.

You don't really care
about me. If you did
I wouldn't be.

Your care for me is
a consolation prize.
An apology.

I'm there after the people.
After the places.
Behind the background.

I'm after words.
After reaction.
After thought.