The Intimate Story of Didi and I

I decided to call her by a term of endearment a sweet name - Didi. My friend my confidant Death. I do not remember how I reached this decision but once done I found myself writing poetry to her about her around her mentioning her... yes her feminine. And after a certain time I looked back and found out that I had written sufficient such poetry to fill a volume of its own this one. Maybe it will feel less impressive than when you find these poems surrounded by other in context but for me it is a necessity and a request. Coming from Didi. Ok Didi you asked and I did or rather do. Don't love you Didi.