Cold Aurora Night

  On either side of Sable I see rundown houses and fences with blotches of spray paint covering up the gang signs graffitied along their lengths. Its an old neighborhood on the outskirts of Montbello, down by the old warehouses and factories.
 I light a cigarette, the tip glows a bright orange as I take a long, slow drag. Its been well over a month since I left and those days seem less and less real, more like dreams every day. I exhale a thick cloud of smoke and watch it fade into nothing in the fluorescent glow of the Aurora night.
 I look at the tattoo on my forearm, The newest of the many in my skin, proof that those days were real. It was her best friends sister that put it on me, she got one afterwards, a butterfly on her ass. That was almost three months ago, thank god it wasnt her name, i'd have to burn the mother fucker off.
 The memories of nights of whispered "I love you's" torture me because I know it was only real for me.
 "Her heart never stays in one place for long". That was the warning give me by my sister, and her best friend, "I tried to warn you" she tells me now. I know you did sis, I know you did, and I still wouldn't listen to you now.
 I sit down on a RTD bench and light another cigarette and watch it burn with unseeing eyes, lost in my memories, hundreds of miles away from the city lights and this lonely street. She smiles at me, eyes bright with love as she tells me in her sweet, shy voice "I missed you".