The balcony door clicked
shut behind her.
The city hummed below in
a blur of amber lights.
She lit the cigarette but
didn't inhale.
The smoke curled upward
like a question.
Inside, the apartment was
quiet.
The suitcase sat by the
door, half-zipped.
He had left his watch on
the nightstand.
She watched it tick from
across the room.
You can keep it.
She stubbed the cigarette
out on the railing.
Then she picked up the
watch and put it in her
pocket.