Final Breath

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With his final breath
he remembers the night
he held a spindly girl,
all aching and needy
in the town parking lot.
His sigh in her ear was cinnamon
as she began to forget him.
With his final breath
he imagines her now,
squeezes his wife’s hand,
rolls their wedding night in the back
of his throat and tries to smile.
With his final breath
he sees grandchildren
pose for prom pictures,
he sees his dog wander in the yard,
he sees his watch placed on his desk
next to the pipe he hasn’t smoked
in 25 years.
With his final breath
he watches mourners line pews,
hears them discuss his warm reception in Gods country.
With his final breath,
his eyes close to the white semi-gloss
of the ceiling with its jagged
and puzzling cracks.

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