last meal, eating, talking.
I laugh as we talk, and yet time keeps going. One bite. Two bites. Moments closer to the end are so much more sacred.
And time is up.
He stands. I clean.
He finds a shoe. His keys.
Drive safe and slow. He is a time traveler. One dimension into another.
Two worlds. Two bites away from two worlds.
He drives now and my belly is full. Empty belly, full belly. The emptiness takes over.
Now my world is just mine with traces of a shared spirit. A plate, ground coffee, sugar, a wooden spoon.
A shirt. His shirt, my reservation and ticket. My assurance that this was real. And soon he'll return.
My final meal. Our final kiss.
And now that shared spirit is gone.
Dead woman walking. Until then.
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