Another Cigarette
Location
The passing shoes and heels walk by
The door revolves endlessly
still
But amongst the crowd, "Veronique!",
A man calls out
I wait
Copper street lights shine on her
Her cigarette embers
glow beneath
The short-skirted beauty
The fragile youth
A girl
She’d light another one each night after
placing it down to drink
Never finishing
She smiled in those mornings before
she would leave again
As usual
Night falls when she enters the van
Daylight brings her out
her purse filled
A starless night comes to the door
Veronique slips away
gone
Still
Glancing to that street corner
Maybe to see her glittered eyes again
Someone else
Her place filled without her
That rare laugh rattles my head
I’m still
holding her cigarettes
She’ll come back,
The Night always does