Death misses you.

I waited, patient and compassionately.

You sent many gifts of your devotion,

And I humbly admired you from afar.

Never did you let me close enough,

So I loved your gifts with the same passion I had for you.

Some frightened,

Some hopeful and filled with smiles.

I guided each and every one of them.

I comforted them,

And got to know every intricate detail that shaped their soul.

My heart, 

Always so full after guiding every gift

That you created.

But I wish

I had you.