Facade

Right there, on the grass, slept an old coffee cup and empty pack of cigarettes.
It was all used up and tossed.
It looked starved for food or attention.
Someones simple pleasure just laid there in a coma.
It looked so sad and thrown away.
And for some reason this grass just wasn’t as green but this goddamn pack of smokes and starbucks just sat there.
Just used up for its good to make someone else smile and feel better.
A temporary flight into bliss.
And I swear it’s crawling for help but its knees are too weak to walk.
Someone, here, abandoned this bliss like he took it for granted and gifted this patch grass with it.
Now let me clear it up that I’m not worried about the cup or the box or the litter it has become.
I’m worried that a coffee and a cigarette could ever really make someone smile.