Poem: I Looked Away

Wouldn't it be great if it was as easy as just looking away when Death taps us on the shoulder? Rather a cryptic chap.

I Looked Away

A tap on my shoulder
Excuse me?
    I’m death
I beg your pardon
    Not necessary, I’m death
    It’s time

Surely, you’ve made some mistake
    No mistake, it’s time
You must have the wrong address
But, I’ve made no preparation
    No one ever does

Perhaps next week
    It’s time
But, you’ve made no appointment
    Never do
Didn’t even knock
    Never do

First a letter, not so much to ask
    Should have written last week
But I didn’t know
    That’s what they all say
I suppose you’ve heard it all
    Heard it all

So, where are we going?
    Can’t say, it’s not allowed
You seem so ordinary
    Death is always ordinary
Have we met before?
    Several times, you looked away
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