Courtship

I met a man who said he loved me and that he’d walk with me til the end of time, but he refused to tell me his name. At first I didn’t trust that he could love me so. He was so dark, so handsome. But as promised, he never left my side. And he loved me, and I loved him. I adored him more each day.
Years later, old and wrinkled, rocking in my favorite chair, I asked him for the final time, “What’s your name, my love?”
He smiled, and taking my hand, he answered.
“Death, my dear.”