a boy saw a beautiful girl
sitting down on a bench,
looking down at something
in her small hands.
he walked up to the bench
and sat down next to her,
and said, "it's a beautiful
day, isn't it?"
the girl looked up and
quietly answered, "yes,
yes it is."
he looked at her then at
her hands and saw that
she was holding a cigarette
box. an empty one.
he frowned then said,
"why are you staring at
an empty cigarette box?"
she turned the box and
gazed at it sadly.
this used to be owned by
someone that i once knew.
he always liked to smoke
and he always kept a pack
in his pocket.
"what happened?" the boy asked.
the girl looked at the boy
and whispered, "he left"