the crows came for me again today
there were more than the last times
a few new ones come with each visit
they come to see me
talk to me
try to understand me
try to take me
but with all their numbers and strength
they have yet to pull me away
they ask me why I want to stay
and remind me
that there's nothing here that I love
and I silently blink back tears
and tighten my grip
and again argue that it's not my time
reluctant wings fill the air
as they fly away
to gather more of their kind
to pry my hands off this world
I know that the crows are right
it is my time
and there is nothing here that I love
but there is something that I want
I want to make my leaving interesting
a special ending for my final chapter
so each time they come,
I send them away
but the next time they come
there will be just a few more
just enough crows
to form a murder for me
