07/27/05

You came to me in the night. Tall, broad shoulders, beautiful. Firefighter’s uniform glistening in the growing blaze around us. “Come with me,” you say, reaching out your hand. And I know you aren’t here to save, but to destroy me. “Angel, may I tell him one last time?” You smile, and hand me a black phone receiver. “Hello?” he answers. “It’s me. It’s time, and I’m leaving.” “How did he come to you,” he asks. “Firefighter. I must go. I love you, now and always.” You hang up the phone, as the blaze consumes me – yet I feel no pain. And you escort me from my Death, to new Life.