the last time

the last time i saw you, you left me with a quick kiss to the forehead and not a single backwards glance. that was you, though - always looking for the next big thing, the next exhilarating addiction... and by this time, i expect you had already found something new.

so you left me with the scent of cigarettes and shampoo, a dozen half-written lyrics and a half-dozen rhymes, a few happy memories and even more less so, kicked back covers, half of a heart, and the quickly fading impression of a kiss that said so much by meaning so little.