There was something about
the way the sparks faded after you flicked
your cigarette onto the gravel that
made me think of the way a person's smile
fades after they laugh. I wondered if
it felt like the crash after you stop
using cocaine or meth or like when you wake
up from a good dream because your
dog needs to go outside. You said something
and I nodded, craning my neck to see the
stars dancing between the clouds. I sighed
and watched my breath creep into the air
as if I were smoking too. I pictured a
cigarette balanced between my fingers and
I smiled and let it fade as I flicked the
sparks onto the ground.

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