Sitting here 15 minutes past midnight. Smoke curls up into the night air. I stand with my cigarette cradled between my fingers watching the ebb and flow of the traffic. Ever softly in the back of my mind is you. In a short time, long lasting memories were made. Tangled mass of skin and sweat vows were spoken but never kept. Holding my breath, I pause in my silly thoughts a small smile slips. Such a beautiful rush, that is all it was. But yet, I still stand and stare at that traffic, silently wishing it was you.