We did not talk for long
a week or two.
But a week was all it took
for me to think of you
as the most beautiful boy i had ever seen.
But while your pack of cigarettes
were all smoked up
mine were left untouched.
And you left me behind
never looking back.

But I still have my pack of cigarettes
reminding me of a perfect boy
who was not willing to wait
for a girl who only needed another week.