Long nights lead to… 
tasteless cigarettes and…
watered down drinks. 
Melted ice. Leave that last bit. 
Just like you left me. Watered down…
And just cold enough to not be warm. 
Room temperature. 
Your temperature. 
Your temperament changed. 
Energy shifts and unannounced turns. 
You turned on me. 
So, in turn, I turned on you. 
You…
who led me to a long night… 
and another cigarette.

- R. Short