and i heard death is a common visitor.
i heard he makes himself at home and bathes in greed,
taking whoever he pleases.
i also heard lingers in the night,
looking for a hand to reach out for.
the rumours went around,
death settles in the base of our hearts and makes room for grief.
but i heard death too, is a lover –
for he is the epitome of what goes unsaid and the beauty of it all.