usual

I lit my cigarette and waited until my fingers became yellow.
I was looking at the horizon, sat on the sidewalk.
Where were you?
I waited for you, for your love. Waited for a comfortable word, for a pleasant hug, a familiar smile. For reliable ears which I can whisper.
But you didn't came, the love neither. No word or hug, or a smile. I never whispered in your ears.
The friendship, that I felt for you, kept me company until the end of the cigarette.
I think that the only thing I met that night was the loneliness.
And I, well, I got up, and plunged again into indifference, as usual.