There is death in all the places waiting for us

And every time I've seen her I have said hello

And all she did was stare through me

Like I was scared and I was glad,

Though I wanted her to, she hasn't said hello.

"But I can't thank you!"

She has taken from me,

What I was led to believe was mine

Without a word of warning,

Not once in the times I saw her, walk past by

And I have stopped, turned and called.

"You could have said who you were there for!"

She comes to visit, a mute thief,

Unwelcome and uncaring, in daytime or in sleep

And she will gift you tears, to take a few smiles

And leave you staring, bereft of good times

A creature not taught to be sorry, just kind.

"But what good is kindness alone?"