Nothing

I looked out into the woods through the cloud of smoke.

There was nothing.

Nothing but the light of the streetlamps gently creeping around the corner of the house.

Nothing but the sound of the paper burning away every time I inhaled.

 

You were dreaming of him again while you fell asleep next to me.

Your sleeping body recoiling from my touch.

 

I couldn’t stand to look at the hole you left in my bed.

I lit another.

 

So far two, and so far zero.

I did the math.

Another cluster of smoke.

 

There was nothing.

Nothing but the hazed memories.

Nothing but the sound of your voice in my head.

 

It took being alone to realize I had been alone.

Blinded by the smoke.

I lit another.

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