When we meet you will not look at me. Even those of you who welcome me with weary arms, those who think they have invited me, will ignore me when I arrive. Some of you resist the urge to look at me for hours, days even. But I am patient. I will not fight you. I will not take offence. I will wait.
When you are ready you will meet my gaze and we will stare at each other. You will accept me. I will cradle your soul in my hands and carry you off in to the gentle night.