cigarettes

two

the next day we found each other again, this time we met outside a theatre.

you glanced at me with your cigarettes in your hand.

"do you happen to have a lighter?" you asked me again.

this time i dug through my bag and pulled out the blue plastic.

you smiled and then asked if i wanted a smoke.

instead of answering, i asked, "can you tell me your name?"

you lit the cigarette and smoke lingered from your mouth.

"calum, and yours i want to know."

he tossed me back the lighter, and I caught it with ease.

"danny."

i began to walk away, and you stopped me in my tracks.

"maybe next time i see you, it won't be for the lighter."