11.29.2021

where had they all gone, these people who had seemed so real?

As I turned over the last page, after many nights, a wave of sorrow envel- 
oped me. Where had they all gone, these people who had seemed so real? 
To distract myself, I walked out into the night; instinctively, I lit a cigarette. 
In the dark, the cigarette glowed, like a fire lit by a survivor. But who would 
see this light, this small dot among the infinite stars? I stood a while in the 
dark, the cigarette glowing and growing small, each breath patiently de-
stroying me. How small it was, how brief. Brief, brief, but inside me now, 
which the stars could never be. 
 

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