Death Is A Gentleman After All

I wonder when you stopped looking
For me in the shadows of the earth
And when the red ribbons curled around your throat
Did you scream or smile for the sweet
Release of death…?

And I wonder if you remember
The paths we walked and
Whether or not they meant anything
To you…
Or if maybe it was just another sad story with no ending.

Please don’t say goodbye,
They aren’t any fun.
Goodbyes are the worst and I’m asking
For another chance before the sun sets.

But all things must come to an end,
And the sunsets often mean the most of goodbyes…
So, I’ll put your memory up on my shelf
Beside the Raven skull with the feathers still attached
And all the dusty cobwebs hung up in the eaves.

And when I turn the pages on this story,
There will be some sting, granted;
And the sound of the sweet, decaying smell
Of his footsteps carrying you away.