Its a cloudy night
And yet there is a calm breeze.
A girl sat up on the roof of her building.
Alone.
Feeling alone is one thing.
But being alone,
That's a different thing altogether.
She paused for a puff.
A new habit.
Acquired by the lack of her usual drugs.
Friends, alcohol and of course sweet Mary Jane.
She smoked the last of her cigarette like a joint.
She had no idea why she was so sad.
Perhaps denial worked better when one says it out loud.
She paused, contemplating one more...
Then she decided to wait for a bit.
What was it exactly?
Not the oh so cliche lack of a man?
Pictured spoke a thousand words.
She had a man a while back.
She didn't need one now.
What was it exactly?
The feeling of helplessness?
Impotence crushing?
The inability to make others feel better?
Or the lack of someone to make her feel better!
She looked up and saw no stars.
Nothing above.
Somethings left behind,
And everything in front of her.
She lit up another cigarette
And blended into the night.
