Aaron...R.I.P.

Death walked by my house today. I waved when he passed; he said he couldn’t stop and chat. I watched as he approached the doorstep of my childhood all the while pondering what he could be doing there. Then I watched as a carefree boy from my past answered the door as a grim young man who couldn’t take it anymore. I watched as they passed death and the boy hand in hand. I waved but he didn’t look back nor lift his hand in response. I watched as our vibrant past together fluttered by my eyes. I wanted to cry for the boy from my past, but found my eyes dry and unwilling. I look back over to the doorstep and there stands the boy’s brother watching as I was as death and the boy walk out of sight. He looks like he may follow just bolt right off the porch and into the awaiting arms of death. I wonder if he too will be sick of it all. Will I watch this boy turn into a grim faced young man? Someday will I watch again as he walks hand in hand with death towards the end? I try to see the boy and death walking hand in hand but I can’t they’ve already made it over  the horizon. I flicker back to the porch of my childhood only to find it bare. I walk into the street and try again to catch a glimpse but I see nothing. There is no sign that death was ever here or the grim faced boy he took with him… Death walked by my house today, you’ll never guess who was with him.