coffee, cigars, trivialities and existential angst

 
 
 
 
my old friend, life, and
I have an understanding  
 
he goes his way and I
go mine
 
don't get me wrong,  
we don't leave each
other completely  
alone
 
we get together every  
now and then, sit,
smoke, drink coffee  
and talk about trivialities:
 
music
 
books
 
politics  
 
and the
such
 
satisfied, we both go our
own separate way with
our understanding intact  
 
this gentle detente has
served both of us well
for 61 years, no fuss,
little drama, respect  
for the other's place
in this world  
 
but we both know that
the day will arrive when
I will be seduced into a  
tryst by that bitch femme  
fatale death  
 
and my old friend will
need to find someone
new to share coffee,
smokes and talks with
 
any takers?