The Day of My Death

I'm not afraid of death.

To me, it is where pain comes to rest.

The day death comes,

I hope it arrives quietly,

without warning.

When I open the door

and let it in,

I don't want it to find

regret, desperation, anger,

or a life left unlived.

I want to face it with a quiet heart.

I want to tell it,

"Yes, I lived.

Yes, I loved.

And that was enough."

But I know

I will never be able to say that

until I have lived beside her

and loved her completely.

Instead, I became only a small part

of her story,

a story that may never be told.

She found a place deep inside my heart,

made it her own,

and that is where she will remain forever.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind