Death never bargains

Although we said goodbye

what felt like a million lifetimes ago,

I think there is a part of me

that just didn't expect 

that this was the end. 

I wasn't waiting around for an invitation

but something in me went, 

I bet one day I'll see you again.

We shared a story 

that spanned many books,

spread out over the decades

like there was always more to tell.

And maybe it was

long and winding

but it was never boring 

and I was captured in it like a spell.

There was love, even when 

our hearts moved in different directions. 

There was care, even when there was not.

That fire we carried was never lost.

There's a part of me that still lives 

where we left off,

despite knowing we would never 

pick up from there again.

I tried to image I had the power

to still time but in the end 

it remained there waiting

right alongside with me,

its companionship constant.

And now, suddenly,

this is the end of the story.

There's nothing more to tell.

It's a comma turning to a full stop.

There was an us and then there's not.

Opportunities lost.

Two becomes one.

Death the great unequaliser. 

I would have gladly sacrificed

all my hope to give you more life,

even if it would have never touched mine, 

but death never bargains.