Death

i saw him across the room

we exchanged glances once in a while

he threw me a smile then a wink

he would escort someone to the door and shoo them out

there was a fellow next to him who seemed to hover all the time

I wondered as I tried to get a connection with the old guy upstairs

then he came over

he looked nice

he wore this and that

in a mild voice he said

don't mind all the noise people say about me

I am nice really

a good escort it is my twin that causes all the uproar

he walked away I asked after his twin

He turned and smiles

I am death this is my twin –fear