Johanna Shapiro, PhD

Death is not my lover
– that would be morbid –
nor even my best friend
– though some say he can be that –
He is merely become
my near neighbor
having taken up residence next door

We are friendly
in a cool sort of way
Sometimes we wave
when we are pulling out from our driveways
I off to my work
he off to… his

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