Smoke goes out the window

by kuylerquijas

That corner is filled with cigarette butts
From all the times I was home
And it was cold.
I would watch life through my rear view mirror.
True, my eyes were red but I had no fear.
I had just lit another Newport so my mind was getting cleared.
It was cold back then
So I’d stay inside
But in my car was were I spent most of my life.