The Reaper came softly,
his shadow crossed my door,
whispering of September
and what we’re living for.

A date upon the calendar,
a dream I can’t forget—
September twenty-sixth,
the day I haven’t met.

He carried no ultimatum,
no promise carved in stone,
just a quiet little question:
How deeply have you known?

If Death should come knocking,
I’ll meet him without fear,
with every beat of my heart
and every love held dear.

So, my Twin Flame, remember—
if this should be our last,
I’d rather spend the moment
than be haunted by the past.

The Reaper may be waiting,
but life is here today—
and love is still the answer
while we still have time to stay.