With Cigarettes and Coffee I am Happy

White flowers draped his feet. Life had washed him clean.
They loved deeply and fully. Their truth could not be denied. He saw in her all that life could be, and cried petals so bright with light that the sun broke upon their hearts. She imbued a force so brilliant that all doubt washed away and only the resolve of oneness was left standing strong.
At 23 she was pregnant. By 24 she was dead.
Time passed. Women came and went.
Late one night, the rocking chair creeked. And all of what he thought of love was affirmed. So clearly the words Pang-ga echoed in his ears. A gift of love. And while it had been some time, he felt again.
A gift had been presented. The feeling of one-ness burned to the core of his soul.
His eternal counterpart had returned, and with her a gift.
Go. Forth. Be. Present. Love. Deeply.
A life no longer suspended.
10. 14. 20.
The man who married his two guardian angels.