See You Soon

Time wears thin becomes almost see through and I see through to my Death. A morning all constant rain with little gusts of wind. Rain nothing but rain it seems pinpricks of falling as if sewing puddles to the ground branches bejewelled with nothing but diamond raindrops. Birds drip. Not a good day for drying. My ghost laughing walking in its bare feet mud squelching between its toes startles Death who’s having a little nap (I’m not due in ‘til one and it’s only eight) . I grin in passing clap Death on the back. “Nice one... Death...nice one! ” “See you soon! ” Death wipes what appears to be a tear from a hollowed socket or then again it could be a raindrop.