So it goes...

I told Death to wait outside
But he protested
for it was raining.
I was with a client, though,
about to rap up a 3 year
relationship. There was no
more need for me, she said.

She was finally happy, and her
connection with her father
was better than ever.
But
I wasn't ready.
Because
in some strange way, this girl,
who held no degrees in my field,
actually
had something to teach.
Like one last life-saving lesson
that would clear up everything else.
But the clouds remained,
she said nothing.
And as she closed the door
I could no longer hear myself think

For Death kept whining
implying that he
was ready for our walk.