Stoned Thoughts...

The last time he came over, I had a feeling that it would be the last time I'd see him. I should have known by how uncomfortable he made me feel, yet something in me still wanted him.

After he left, I found his lime-green lighter underneath my couch. I used it to smoke a blunt I rolled the night before. I was excited because I had just used the last bit of my favorite lighter. At least I wouldn't need to buy a new one quite yet.

This all happened about two months ago. One month ago, I started talking to someone new, someone sweet, someone I'd only known for a month, but felt so comfortable, it was as if I'd known him for years.

Last night I grabbed the green lighter to light a bowl and relax. I rolled the switch over and over just watching the spark get smaller and smaller, and I laughed as I thought, wow, green-lighter-guy hasn't been on my mind for a pretty good while. The spark that I had for him has died out. It's time to throw this one away. I've got a new and better lighter now.