a lonely wisp of smoke winds past my face

i'm alone again
i light another one
i never figured anything out
annoyomous hotel rooms
annoyomous complaints, and lives and people
with name and drivers license and social security card
you wouldn't think we'd have to try so hard
i have twenty one matches
for a box of twenty squares
i'm finally home
but i found nothing here
but the same lonely smoke
wisps away
dissapears

Author's Note

part one of eight in the purple colored popcorn collection

Reviews

[masie]

i love how the ending kinda rhymes.
but aww that was kinda depressing