Ashes and CoffeeA Poem by 7ofspades
I spilled ashes into your outreached palms
As you stooped gently to catch them you did not act surprised It was like knocking over a forgotten cup of coffee left carelessly on the counter too stale to drink but the scent still lingered I noticed your hands were smooth and hesitant But gnarled from your past And as I continued to stare at their complexity, the longer I inhaled air the faster the ashes flowed from my skin and into your hands Until inevitably a small pile formed neatly rested upon your palms Too late to retrieve into my own So we walked hand in hand, With you carrying my ashes in the other Until I reached my terminal To which we parted ways, with you still carrying my ashes in your hand
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