This is an excerpt. The complete fragment is in the classroom in Fragments +

I saw it sitting on top of the gas pump this morning. Half full. Lid still on. Steam barely visible in the cold air. Someone had forgotten it there or meant to come back. Cars moved around it. People swiped cards, opened doors, kept moving. Nobody touched it. It sat near the numbers on the screen like a small pause in the middle of everyone else’s hurry. I remember wondering what interrupted the person holding it. A phone call. Bad news. A child crying in the backseat. Maybe nothing dramatic at all. Maybe they simply drove away distracted and remembered it three miles later. The coffee stayed there through two full pump cycles beside it. Cooling slowly. “Be very careful, then, how you live— not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity.” (Ephesians 5:15–16) Most moments leave quietly. Not with endings. Not with music. Just small abandonments people don’t realize are happening until later. A forgotten cup. A missed sentence. A goodbye assumed to have another chance behind it. Eventually someone threw it away. No ceremony. No recognition. Just a hand lifting it from the pump and disappearing into the trash can beside the door. But for a few minutes that morning, it looked like something waiting for the person who set it down to remember they had left part of their morning behind.

You don't know me... As I am today. Only as I once was. You don't know what... It took me to get here The war in my head You don't know the... battles I've fought to get here. You don't know the... Strength it takes to face each day. You don't know when... it will be when You see me again. You don't know... My story Or I yours.

To speak with your soul Is one of The greatest gifts of all. To know one's truth through words . It is so Cathartic a true form of art. To bare your soul Is freeing . To grow in to you. Through what you've been through. L 🇨🇦