Cup Of Coffee

I sit with a coffee

Cannot help but think
on a cold morning
on this the final day
of November

of how I’ve got
prescriptions to pick up
and over the counter meds as well

Maybe have another coffee afterward

Sit and sip and ponder
those lives I’ve lived
and that I’ve ended living
with no death to speak of

The last chapter of the book I was writing
just ended without a warning
just ended with no closure
just ended with not even a whimper
just ended with no hope of a sequel

I sit with coffee

If I have time
before the next book begins
it will likely be the final book

There is so little time left
before the start
before the ending
before I begin again
before I close

One more cup then

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onward,
T