December 2, 2013

There was something about the way 

the sparks faded after you flicked your cigarette onto the gravel 

that made me think of the way a person’s smile fades 

after they laugh. I wondered if it felt like 

the crash after you stop using cocaine or meth or like 

when you wake up from a good dream because 

your dog needs to go outside. You said something and I

nodded, craning my neck to see the stars dancing 

between the clouds. I sighed and watched 

my breath creep into the air as if I were smoking too. 

I pictured a cigarette balanced between 

my fingers and I smiled and let it fade as 

I flicked the sparks onto the ground.   

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[alifeacoustic]

A beautiful thought about such a simple thing the mind can conjure from sparks. I like that it made you think of a fading smile and then flicked your own imaginary sparks to the ground. Did your smile really fade at that, or did you keep watching the stars? I think the latter. :)