My Conversation With Death Poem by Allen Austin Bishop

For the past two years, he has steadfastly remained at my side. I hope I did not offend when I told him he had come too late.


"I died many years ago, " I said playing with the handkerchief I held in my hand.


He looked at me, and put a smirk on his face, 


"Yes, I know.  I hear your silence.  I cannot kill, what is already dead."


"So why do you stay? "


"To keep you company."


Our silence, once again, returned.