As I was leaving my house after work, I looked down to see a perfectly white, quite recent, cigarette butt. Since I know that most of my friends that come over don’t smoke cigarettes, and you can imagine I asked all 3 if it was their’s… no shame..
Well, of course I developed an elaborate story in my head, of the most romantic sort… I mean.. non romantic — unless she wants it to be.. Why is life so complicated?
Now I busy myself with cleaning up my car port.. just in case she stops by on the rarest of occasions. I almost put an ashtray under it.. but realized how silly I can be. Then I left some ash trey like dishes near by.
I find it odd to think about how I would stand in that very spot, put my arms around her and kiss her head. Missing the smell of her hair and too many little things tonight. Maybe it’s better that I don’t know who left it there.