A Wasted Life

It had lain inside the trashcan for three days.

It travelled the airways to arrive just short of the landing, it crashed but did not Perish Utterly.

A letter, handwritten and sealed in an old fashioned envelope, postage paid and delivered, but not read.

The paper of the letter was scarred when the cigarette butt landed on it, but it did not burn.

The words on the paper blurred when the soda poured over the nicotine ember, but they did not drown.

The contents of the can were transfered outside to the local landfill on the fourth day.

It was buried under two tons of dirt,  it smothered and the intent of the words Died Finally.

It did not even warrant a headstone to note its passing.

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