Enjoy!
*picture is originally from http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/federico-bebber-smoky-portraits
12/20/2013 (Friday)- Ashtray Soliloquy
I watch her sift through her
break-up clutter: cut up pictures, torn up letters, open bottles of wine. It’s only
been a month, she said earlier, I’ll be
better soon. Promise.
I light another cigarette
waiting, filling an already overflowing ashtray with discarded minutes. Orange dying embers turning gray like
unwanted memories.
She walks back over with an
overfilled metal trash bin. Eyes
hard. Lips quivering.
“I need your lighter. Please,” she asks in a polite fragile way.
I hand it to her without protest,
without question.
I watch her burn memories.
I watch her erase the moments
with me.
No comments:
Post a Comment