Death

She was dead, but only on the inside
Her mind decayed, waiting for someone to feed it
Forever was a day, a year an eternity
She was w a i t i n g for the end
But all she got was the beginning

Chance is a fickle thing
This was it, she told herself
I shall make death find me
Interception
Life found her

Love hit like a train
Her head was spinning and her heart pounding
Was is true? Finally?
Was there something to live for?
He had died a little bit less than her
They could heal together

Three years pass in an instant
A snap of the fingers is all it takes
But, then, on the day when they would become we
Death found her
And he, after, found death