Would you understand

if I said I was

dying?

Or would you stare at me

as seconds tick by

until I can't take the silence

and tell you

"we all are.

You know,

technically.

I just thought of it,

and isn't that weird?"

And you'd smile

tell me not to think about things like that.

I wonder...

what would you say

if you knew

I never stop thinking about it.

Death.