why I fear death

You were my everything when I was nothing.
You were the love I would never let go of.
The one to whom I could talk to incessantly.
But the gods of the celestial stars rolled a natural 1,
and nothing was ever the same.

Love is a complicated thing, sadly.
You must sacrifice something for another person,
someone you care so much for, you would do anything.
Loving someone so dearly never comes without a price.
Humans do stupid shit all the time,
but its our persistence thats made us who we are.
Our unwillingness to simply die.
When you break your leg, you don't die from shock,
you get your ass up and fix it.

If we are so ingrained into staying alive,
then why would we risk our lives for others?
sure, there is empathy.
everyone and their mother would save you if it meant their life...
or would they?
in that final moment, would you be willing to see it all end?
pure oblivion at the cost of every memory and experience?
everything you have ever known, gone immediately.
The amount of people who cared for you,
now weeping at your funeral.

This is why death frightens me.
Not out of fear for oblivion.
but out of sheer sorrow for the living.
the fact that those who hold me dear will hold me no longer.
their lives forever changed. their memories scared.
they shall weep in sorrow and I will not be able to help them.