Once An Epitaph

• Michelle Avtarovski, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

To whoever it concerns or whoever is still there.
Take me to the city, rest my body upon my stage lair.
After the curtains have finally closed, take me to my lover
because it'll be the one who knows.
Take me to the country, run my fingertips along soft spines of grass.
Alas the air too cool, a warning not to pass.
Take me to my desk that creaks above rustic wooden floors.
Dare not to read my distinguished perceptions, for they hide too much more.
The time has come to lay me down, dressed in my best attire.
Place a book filled of empty pages and a pen full with ink next to me so I may in-script my eternal desires.
Death has only now come to visit me with enhances of cold.
I greet death like an old friend, thanking him for letting me grow old.