Hope

She decorated her bed with abundant cigarettes, a few spoons full of ash and half a dozen of his unfinished poems.

“He will come back,” she wrote.

   

She sat on his chair, looked at the bottle brimmed with unused perfume kept on his table and kissed his favorite pen.

“He will come back,” she wrote.

She wrapped herself in his towel and went back to bed.

“He will come back,” she wrote…