I quietly lit a cigarette-the terrible ideas always winbecause they can.tempered glass breaks the ice.  I contemplated picking up the pieces...              but it was a beautiful night... I was lost in a song from another time, and the moonlight is my tireless companion...  then... ... love closed her eyes-and...I pretended nothing mattered. traces of you were no longer ... amid the  blackened smoke. “I'll be better tomorrow....”and the wind laughed in my face.     JLK