My Friend

She calls to me.

Her serene and beautiful voice lures me into her strong embrace and yet I am not afraid.

She tells me I’m going to be fine and I believe her, she caresses my fragile body its warmth slowly disappearing.

Her voice becomes a quiet whisper as she tells me of other lonely souls she has comforted before me, I listen intently and close my eyes.

I fall into a peaceful slumber, yet I still hear her voice and feel her breath upon my cheek.

“It hurts” I cry to her and she simply rocks me until I can cry no more, my whole-body aches.

She has always been there for me, always wiped away my tears and told me I can achieve things I believe in.

She waits for me when I get home, understanding the pain I go through.

She helps me.

My thoughts are consumed by her but that’s fine I know she wants to help and I’m going to let her.

I open my eyes one last time and look at her face; she stares back at me with calm and caring brown eyes and she smiles.

“We will be okay child, just take my hand” I breathe in deeply, I know what comes next, I smile and know this is for the best.

I take her hand and we walk to the ends of the earth.

Death has but claimed another poor lonely soul that has no other choice but to see death as a friend.