I welcome you.

Sigh.. ..... I feel my body failing and there's nothing I can do. I feel my body ailing and I know I'm screwed. I take note of the moment cause that's all I have, try to get done the little things that won't matter at all when I'm done. Just for my own keep sake. What to say as death approaches is clear, hello my dear old friend, so glad you're here. Another go he asked, not for me thanks, not this time my dear. Can't I stay with you? , no he answered....the soul must move on. No one will notice that your gone, and that's how it should be, for my love you're just an essence of the best path, a  part of me. I would breath deeply if my lungs still where there. I would whisper sweetly if I still had a mouth. My body has failed to work anymore, all of the injuries much too sevier, nothing left to do, no matter what. It's the passing away, of the body of yesterday. I welcome gingerly what awaits.