Junctions, intersections, and convergences alike,
we expect the events that shape our lives
will occur at places as heavy as our hearts.
We don’t expect they will take place 
at a McDonald’s
on a day
where the sky struggles not to sob
where the only colors you remember
mixed with the silver soft-serve of the city
are of the personalities of the people you are with.
And it is only then that we learn
that the absurd locations with which we mark our passings
have no more meaning
than we give them. 
The fact that we are there with each other
is more than enough to make
a McDonald’s into a mansion
by marking a memory
as momentous
with cookies and kindness.