She Smokes The Cigarette of Futility

She counts the trains
Going by outside her window
Like the minutes of her life
And the love which
Walked out her door
So many times before.
She smokes the cigarette of futility
And wets her pillow with regret
Waiting in the darkness
For a man she will never see again.

………..

Watched a movie called Millenium Mambo and felt I needed to write this.

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