cigarette stubs

i didn't know who to love more.
the boy or the girl.
the girl or the boy.
but then she walked away,
she didn't even touched her coffee,
to busy talking and smoking.
leaving smoking, lipstick marked cigarette stubs in the ashtray.
She would always let her coffee go cold 

and her cigarette stubs burn.
One of many things that annoyed me about her.

i watched how, with slow pace, she left the room.

leaving men looking, closing the door behind her.

i took a sip of my wine, choking up inside,

fighting against the tears swelling up in my eyes.

i left the room with a smile.