Attempts to prolong the inevitable--

Fate enjoys the chuckle. 

Accessories of haunted nights,

Repetitive reminders of the resentful day. 

Anguish we long for thirst never be quenched,

There's no true virtue to grief--

Pessimistic neither I nor you. 

Kindred Spirits, ravens are fair company. 

Even unwanted company, woebegone are we all. 

No perspective holds a benevolent smile. 

I simply wanted to say good morning,

Fate predetermined good bye be more fitting. 

He strolled through the caged door whose knocking ended today,

alongside his own.