***
When i saw Phil it wasn't just me taking those
little pills.
"Hey."
I mumbled a response back, i could see my
breath in the air.
Phil smiled.
It was lopsided and his teeth were permanently stained yellow.
Probably from coffee and cigarettes.
But it was beautiful.
He took one last deep breath before tucking the cigarette back into the box.
His blue eyes flickered up for a brief moment.
They were like kaleidoscopes with blues, greens, and specs of yellow.
That day we talked about anything that
came to mind.
Eventually i had to go home, i always hated
going home.
***
