burning carpet

sitting in the chair alone he sobs
sobs for the loss of his wife, and his children
they all left him when he lost his job
his life is empty
gasoline reeks throughout his home
he smiles at a memory of him and his wife
running out of gas after their wedding
well if she could see him now
he halfheartedly chews on the cigarette between his teeth
she always hated when he smoked
he would've quit for her
a tear runs down his face as the gasoline smell increases
he rises the lighter to his cigarette
no longer worried about dying of cancer
he knows the fire will get to him first as he drops the lighter

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