I don’t remember how long I had sat there,
The concrete wall against the curve of my spine.
Its unyielding strength like a lover’s embrace,
I had gazed unseeingly at the distant lights.
“Are you even listening?”
He had demanded peevishly.
I had nodded absently and glanced down
At the frayed hem of my black jeans.
“I love you,” he said, and
I heard the ‘but’ in the silence.
“I love you but…
It ain’t your fault but…
Not your shortcomings but…
I just like the colour I leave behind,
I love the colour red.
I blame those blue films with white cheeks,
Sorry, chicks” he said.
I had laughed then,
And he had been puzzled.
I had laughed until
I could laugh no more.
“You are hilarious,” I managed to blurt out.
“It ain’t a joke babe,” he tried to say.
“That is exactly why it’s funny darling,”
I had patted his brown hand and looked away.
The red glow of the cigarette had mesmerized me then
And the white smoke had filled the space.