Little Blue Briefcase

You dropped your briefcase sweetheart.

It's funny how you kept walking down that ever busy sidewalk without it. You left it here unintentionally in my hands. Caring or not, loving or destructive. The contents of your blue briefcase are at the mercy of me.

Please don't hate me, but curiosity got the best of me when I saw tears dripping from the 4 part lock of your blue briefcase. Too many people feel their birthdays are a safe combination.

Your birthday was printed on the handle. It spoke no words when I opened it. I almost mistook it for being blank when only smoke escaped. Only smoke gasping for air and scarred & scared sacred little velvet cigarettes.

You never came back for your baby. You must notice it's missing. It's your little blue briefcase.