Often I Think of Death When I'm Silent and Alone

I think of death
Not like her
Not like her
I think of death
Romantic
Still
Silent and warm

Where something
meets nothing
And there is no
More
It fills with me
With love
And kindness
Heartfelt
Joy

And gleaming promise
Knowing that
One day
The struggles and tribulations
Of not having enough money

Or sleep
Or beer
Or scotch
Or cigarettes
Or haircuts
Or paperwork
Or phone calls
Or misunderstandings
or pig police officers
Or coffee
Or friends
Or compassion
Or love
Or hate

Will pass
And be no more
And there will be peace
There will be golden gates
And angels
Or devils
Or a better earth
Or another chance
Or maybe nothing at all

Either way
I think of death
Not as a threat
But as a kind hearted promise