Standing on the damp wooden decking.
Old dressing gown and shoes too big,
Smoking her last cigarette
And wondering why?
Maybe it’s the cool air that chills her,
Or maybe it’s just her aura
She doesn’t really care anymore.
Wishes and dreams can be fun while they last
-if they last-
But most things evaporate in an instant
Like the life of the man who once loved her
-Or the nail varnish remover she spilt on her arm,
White stains on the skin-
Leaving black stains on her heart.
There are three drags left
When the first drop of water from heaven extinguishes her flame.
And while she rains…
The sky cries.