the waiting place

He flicked a cigarette ash into a Starbucks cup and looked up into the approximate area he believed I would understand to be my eyes.

I didn’t get to say everything, he rasped
No one does, I said
If you did get the opportunity
How would you punctuate your last breath?
Your cup’s on fire, dude.
Oh. Are you trying to be profound?
No, it was really on fire there for a second,
but now it’s out.
I watched it happen.
Rene ~ June 2013
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