waiting for the coffee to brew i sat groggy-eyed, wet from the rain in the starbucks next to my bus stop, patiently waiting. an odd couple with the looks, spirit and energy of the young waited in line and held hands; flirted. the girl grabbed a liquid fruit from the basket by the wall and drank curiously from the pouch. i smiled and thought pleasant thoughts about youth, love, and life but, fast-forward a day later, today, and i am in shock that the girl has died and i was there practically minutes before their car accident. i read in the paper today that she had passed, pronounced dead at the scene, car hit a pole, driver - unscathed, unnamed, un-pictured but, her, i recognized her face in the photo and quickly googled imaged searched her name. how sad, how bizarre, such weirdness. why did I stare at this couple? death is an uncanny thing