Invitation

I don't fear death as so many do

I've sent him embossed invitations 

bordered in black and handwritten 

in conscientious calligraphy

bought the best wine I could afford

cooked a candlelight dinner for two

lowered the lights anticipating

his arrival like an anxious lover 

awaiting a knock upon my door 

only to end up spending the evening 

alone sulking in disconsolate silence 

I would never dare to make demands

on him as I'm sure he has more 

pressing matters to attend to 

or maybe he plans to surprise me