Landmines in Fall

She steps softly in the spring time,
trying to avoid landmines till fall.
She tells me she's afraid of dying,
but I know clocks scare her more.

That tick tock sound feels like a countdown,
to major cardiovascular event.
She calls herself a time bomb.
Her tears fall to my skin.

When all I can do is try and comfort,
maybe push her to walk
another mile or two.

I remind her to take the medicine,
determined to see it through.

Never have I put much faith in god
and even less in Man.
I have no faith in her willingness to fight.
I know the answers don’t lie within.

So I turn to her with much optimism,
reminding her, this is not the end.
For we will know only one fate in this life
and this is simply not it.