Oct. 9, 2012

To a Stranger Recently Deceased

I was wondering if you smoked.

It's my preferred form of self-destruction,
     and more fun with a friend.
You took the fast route
     while I'm trudging slowly towards the goal,
          a cool spot in the earth.
I was hoping to sit and chat
     in broken Spanish,
garbling our way through introductions,
sifting our way to the heart of our words.

Interesting thing,
     people meeting people.
It's souls meeting souls,
     miracles meeting miracles.

We met once,
     just once,
an anomaly of chance
     hours before your last breath.

Who's to say
     random
          isn't
               miraculous?