Dear Death,

I believe we have almost met, but as you shan’t take my friend in the moment. I hear my heart skip a beat as you push forward all my favourite memories, you looked me in the eyes as if you’d seen me before. Did I look like someone you knew a while back? Or do I scare you? I’m unsure of what happened but I felt like I was dead, I woke up in a vehicle with her above me. My hair caught in a door, screaming forgiveness, wishing I could undo what had already been done.

Sincerely,

Geraldine Marie