Upon Noticing You
Staring at my cup of coffee,
Pondering how futile life is,
I noticed you
Sitting silently,
Watching your cigarette
Wondering,
Whether or not
You should put it out.
For a moment,
You seemed satisfied
Watching the tiny ashes fall
And I wondered
Why
You didn't just extinguish it
Maybe you were not ready,
Maybe you could not loose
The only thing
That meant something to you.
So I watched you quietly,
Your finger toying with
The object of your desire.
And in that moment,
I caught you staring at me.
You smiled weakly
And cleared your throat.
Then
Without hesitation,
You extended your hand
And said,
"You can finish it."
~Day~
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