Just in a blink of an eye, she says. <br />Then it's gone. <br /> <br />I won't smile this time. <br />The tears won't let me. <br /> <br />Gone, she says again. <br />I stay silent as if I did not hear anything. <br />My stillness is my response to her. <br />She knows that. <br />She knows it too well, I think. <br />In my stillness, she sees clearly <br />The thoughts that run through my head. <br />Every pain, every pleasure. <br />All the sadness, and all the smiles. <br /> <br />She picks up her lighter <br />And lights her cigarette. <br />Just like the cigarette, <br />Every part of her that glows <br />Quickly fade away into ashes. <br />It's night. <br />The glow of the cigarette is the only light <br />Left unswallowed by the nocturnal darkness. <br />I can't even see her face clearly. <br />It's only her outline, <br />Her vague silhoutte that I can see. <br />But I know, she can see me <br />As clearly as she would if it was daytime. <br /> <br />Nothing else happens. <br />Nothing else comes. <br />It's now so late it's early. <br />Here is where this story ends. <br />For now.<br /><br />Jay M. Johar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-this-story-ends/
