I watch as I’m drained out of him

Slowly, slowly as he quietly fades away on the hospital bed

I watch death’s grabby fingers clutching at air

Eager to get its hands on him

It pulls and pulls, making every vestige of me disappear

There’s no point in even trying to save him

Death’s chains are more powerful

It steals all the beautiful flowers and I’m left with the charred, black ones

I can admit, I’m jealous

Of death’s power, to grab and hold and twist and choke and suck the life out of

I breathe into people and back away, having no say on what happens after

Death has a last word, makes the last decision

Sometimes I look into it’s black, deep, abyss of eyes and see my deepest desire

I want to be you, death

I want your power