Unsweetened Thoughts

Him.

He was alone,

the parking lot deserted.

He took a drag of his last cigarette,

he held it in.

Smoking killed

and he wanted to die.

He wasn't necessarily suicidal,

but rather he had suicidal tendencies.

He would destroy his body.

Alcohol and cigarettes 

filled his appetite.

He wanted to speed up his funeral.

But he didn't know she was watching.

She sat in the cafe across the street.

She watched him.

She watched him slowly ruin the man she loved.