True Love of Coffee

It was an amazing calm day
people bustling across the street
daily life just moving along
at a brisk pace

The signal of death
broke the silence
as a car sped by
spreading senseless death
to the common wanderer
I saw you, poor child
fall to your side,
followed by my body
laying down beside you

I remember the feeling,
the need to die, losing control of my muscles
The pounding of my heart
every second that split into two avenues
it was chance
freak uncontrollable fate
life or death
purposely defining one moment
with the possible outcome of the next

I remember darkness
sweet bitter emptiness
then a moment of light
I tried to push myself off the pavement
so hard that I couldn’t feel my body
it had died already
choosing to leave my spirit behind
but I did not want to leave
no, I wasn’t ready just yet
as I was given a chance
to give a gift, the control of your destiny

The taste of life dripped off my lips
crimson drops of sustenance
coloring the pavement beneath me
yet I held on, pushing past the pain
trying to control my body like a puppet
not realizing someone had cut my strings
I was cold, except for the warmth in my heart
I don’t know if it was love
or rage
but it burned deep inside me
fueling my spirit to blaze so brightly
that no one saw the hero I would be
no one to witness, just me

I cried, screaming in pain
without making a sound
breathing so heavy,
but never catching my breath
and I stood,
with no one,
save you
to witness the act
you stupid, beautiful child
and you didn’t know my name
but you would
I put my lips against yours
and breathed life into you
once more

Your eyes opened,
the very last thing I would see
was the life I gave you
and my spirit would leave
so quickly,
with so little hesitation
that I fell down beside you
the small child I never knew

Yet when I died
looking to the sky
my spirit, the gentle savoir
the caring soul you never knew
made a decision
to give you life
as a gift
and then parted
as my strength was gone
but my spirit lived a new

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