She told me she falls in love easily, it could take a short glance, a brief conversation or a meal shared. She tells me this in between drags of her slim cigarette. The words ‘shared’ hang between us.
Leaning back, crossing her legs, and after two drags from her Virginia Slim, she steals a glance–catching my eyes, asking for me to look, as if there was something between us. When all there was, was smoke shrouding her.
Like a heavy sigh escaping her nicotine lips she says: “It’s the case with you.”
I look at her mouth as it forms those words only to hear them a beat after. I watch her go through her purse in search of another stick. Catching her wrist, letting my eyes focus on hers, letting my thoughts run free and words slip through my parched mouth.
“I’m a girl.”
And she lets her head fall forward, hair covering her face, exhaling softly she whispers,
In that moment, I leaned my head back, let go of her wrist and stared into the starless sky.
“Amazing.” I said.
She found her cigarette it seemed, as I witness a cloud of smoke hovering above my face. I reach out with my hand touching it. I hear her say, “It really is.”
Cutting through the silent cold air, I let my words fill the space, “I am not like you. I don’t fall easy.”
I let the words guide me back to her face. Searching her beneath the evening sky, I catch the moonlight’s reflection on her wet cheeks.I make no move to comfort her. I stare at her tear-stained face, her trembling fingers wrapped in smoke, and continued speaking.
“It takes me at least a year and two months to fall in love, and we’ve known each other for only, what?”
I let the words float into the evening sky, leaving her to complete the statement, “…one year and two months.”
I draw close, entering her cloud of smoke, held her gaze with mine and smiled.
“But, I’m a girl?” She says.
original written on 13 Sept 2016