after i am dead

someone will read this
because of the title,
searching for something

the truth is
my coffee cup is empty.
i’m only lucky
that re-fills are free,
here, where i presently
i will fill it
before i leave;
not knowing
if I will drink
all that I take.
but i figure, so long
as i paid the price,
i’ll take all i can
while i can.
“no re-fills upon re-entry,”
a sign says
above the coffee caraffe.
i guess there will always be
who are willing to try
breaking established rules.

i’m not one of them.
but it might seem
as though i am
if you are reading me
after i am dead.

written on 08/18/2014 by: Matt Kane