Stalking with Death

Death first noticed me

When I was close to twenty

We ordered the same drink

I made an innocent comment

He’s been stalking me since then

Next I saw him in a car

Outside of my apartment

It was only his silhouette

He was smoking a cigar

Now I see him every day

I didn’t know him as death

Until the profile hit

“Mending the Population”

He was reducing it

Everyone was grateful

We last met this morning

He is exactly the same

I have aged badly

I greeted him by name

He smiled at me