Did you do it?
Did you do what you promised me you would?
Did you do what I asked － no, what I begged you to do?
No, you tell me.
No, you forgot.
It was such an insignificant little favour to you,
But it meant the world to me.
And you forgot it.
But it's alright.
It's okay.
It's not like this has ever happened before.
It's not like I was really hoping that you would fulfill your promise.
It's not like I'm disappointed at all.
I laugh it off.
This is the last chapter.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Death
Poetry"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
