NO SIGNAL FOUND [RE-WRITING]

secondhand smoke always tastes the worst v.1

i sighed

we were sitting on the stairs
leading up to a long day

the snow was falling
quietly now
so i could hear his breathing

"i think i love you," i whispered
i looked over at him
he pulled a pack of cancer out of his pocket
"tell me when you know"

my heart stumbled
not realizing he had heard me
for he was often lost in his thoughts

i kept my mouth shut
quietly now, as he hummed Hoobastank

i did know
my heart was sinking
as the smoke swirled around us
that was his only cologne

i was about to say something
but the song that was always stuck in his head
blasted through his phone

anne
such a dull name for a dull person

looking at me, not so apologetic
he stood up and answered her call

i could hear the crunch of his shoes on the snow, he was retreating now

i looked up at the moon
and scoffed as it was looking at me
we both knew he hadn't given me a goodbye

"it's just you and me tonight"
i kept my head high
watching the stars twinkle

because i knew
if i looked back
it would be all my fears mixed into one

i'd see him walking away
never coming back