The Fair StrangerWe flirt occasionally, you see. He only appears when I'm a train wreck, alone on my bed, in an emotional turmoil.The Fair Stranger by *Camazing
When Life wounds me, he comes.
Gently stroking my messy hair, "Elope with me," says He.
Where to? I would ask.
He shakes his head, "I can't tell you." He smiles, "I promise all your worldly problems will cease to exist."
"Come with me." He rests his warm hand upon my throbbing heart. All agony fades to a tingling solace.
His words swayed me from time to time. I have pondered and fantasized about surrendering myself to his care. Let him take me away. But I have dreams and hopes I have yet to fulfill. I have people I love. They'll miss me terribly if I elope with this fair stranger.
I shake my head, removing his hand, "Not yet."
He nods and vanishes. My anguish resumes.
Did I mention, his name was Death?
We flirt from time to time.
Aidyn Anh Huynh