Angels don’t smile

Can’t sleep. Go outside. Light cigarette. Smoke. Walk. Dark alley. Already 3 am? shit. Stranger walks by, smoking.

stranger: forgotten how to sleep?

me: my thoughts don’t let me.

stranger: Maria?

me: how do you know my ex?

stranger: I am you. Look closer.

he takes a step into the Light.

IT IS ME!

stranger: I will replace you, in your miserable life you have built for us, and you will live mine.

From this day on, no body has seeing me smile, Because angels don’t.