I never think about it until it happened one day.
It was always there, but it never came my way.
I used to call for it, but it seemed we always missed each other.
I wanted this to end and see what else could have been.
Then one day it answered someone else call.
The one that I love.
The one that held my hand.
The one that shed my tears.
The reply was slow.
When he arrived, they were both gone with a blink of an eye.
Death and I never were close.
Now he is my best friend.
One day I know we will meet again.
Misconception 