October Again

I visited you for possibly the last time

Every time I walk out the doors I wonder

Life has taken it's share

Maybe that was humanity's deal with the devil

Let us live here and when we grow old earth and demons can take their revenge on our bodies

I doubt it

This is not Satan's domain

No demon is taking you

I remember in October we talked about death

You told me you were nearly 80 and had lived a long life

You still don't want to die

It is hard to think that soon you will be gone

It is unavoidable

No person can stop the end of the path if you stop walking it comes to you

Still I wish there was a way

I don't want to be standing next to my father as he buries yet another brother

I want to be standing beside both of you as you talk about buried treasure and dig in the soil with tools

But the time has passed for those things

Now we set on couches and talk about the past

And I dread when I will no longer drive to this house because your chair will be empty

Like it is October all over again I cry

Because there is nothing else I can do

My hope for you is that when you reach the end of the path it is beautiful

Hopefully we will meet there someday and catch up on all the years we lost

When you were just a stranger to me with beautiful blue eyes

Until then I pray that the last of your days are warm and loving

And always that I get to see you one last time before the path ends