I thought for sure I
Would die the other
Night and I made a
List of everyone
I would like to say
Good-bye to if it
Were true I died

Lists are funny things
They never seem to
Go the way you think
They will if you have
To make them at all
Because you expect
Them to be small

Only I could not
Fathom why I would
Think of telling you
Of all people I
Was going to die
And say good-bye for
Keeps this one last time

Very curious
That you would be on
On my mind at a
Time like that when I
May be no more for
This world except for
One personal fact

Everyone knows that
The heart is a hard
Thing to understand
And this event is
No exception to
This very odd fact of
Life we all find true

Yet I cannot tell
What events will come
To pass with what I
Have come to see now
While I tried to make
A simple list of
People late at night

Oft I have been sad
To find my feelings
Of fancy to be
All but false and I
Cannot bare the thought
Of you crying for
What was really not

Usually I do
Tell others my thoughts
But this time I have
Decided to hide
What I have to say
Until a time that
We are both ready