The moths circled above me--
fading in and out of the parking lot's dirty
yellow
glow.
I kicked loose pieces of pavements from the cracks
watching them roll
away from me
and towards you.
Your greasy black hair formed waves
over your torn and faded blue jeans as you entered through
the sliding doors.
You came out with a case of bud and
a bag of doritos.
smiled and nodded--Flicking my fag away
hoping those sparks
would catch fire.
You got in your car and drove away.
