Tonight seemed nice. I liked the idea of tonight. A brief visit to an old favorite. Smoke twirling up into nothingness. A nice coffee, expertly brewed. Friends not seen in a while, longer hair than usual, before. The sitting. The talking. The watching the smoke twirl up top. That point of light, held in the hands like nothing else, and when removed, still held. The hot breeze. The warm breeze.
A nice film. A funny film. A hope and a chance that tonight might be the night you’re finally able to to forgot it. The happy half an hour when you do. The spilled popcorn when you don’t. The dirty fingers touching the littered ground for that dropped cellphone. The revulsion. The funny film. You didn’t stand a chance.
The terribleness of an unused tissue box. It’s against the rules.