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For Felix

I went to drink 
coffee at one of those 
cute little coffee-drinking 
places, and I couldn’t 
help but think of 
you. 

I tried 
not to. 

But then, 
the waiter/ 
barista/ whatever 
you call them had to 
come and give me 
my drink. 

It had a flower in it, 
a tulip - 

made out of 
whipped cream, 
with brown sugar 
sprinkled at the 
top. 

I remember now - 
the last thing we had talked 
about was your job. 

You had just quit doing drugs, 
and you had just started working 
at a coffeeshop. 

Hell, 
you even managed 
to clean out that pigsty 
of yours that you called 
a bedroom. 

Then, 
you died. 

Just like 
that. 

You died right as 
you were gathering your 
thoughts and getting your 
life together. 

How tragic. 

I hope I don’t die 
in the middle of my own muck 
like you did. 

So long. 

But 
for 
now, 
I’ve got 
an empty coffee cup
and a deep, longing desire 
to hear from you 
again. 

By the way, 
the wedding plans 
fell through, and I 
found somebody 
new. 

They aren’t with 
me anymore either. 

So much 
for that idea. 

Just thought of a 
funny joke: 

You went from being 
a best man to 
being a dead 
man. 

Ha…. 
nobody but the 
gravestones get to 
laugh in the end.

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