The sun revives,
sea refreshes;
and the sand eventually realises
I’m on holiday.
Old energy saps away
replaced by new
with its unguarded optimism.
I take two cigarettes from an imaginary pack.
I light them both together
and offer one to you 3000 miles away.
You take it
inhale
and glance quizzically in my direction.
I didn’t know you smoked you seem to say,
sitting at your office desk.
Peter Yates is a playwright who has his own Theatre Company Random Cactus. He works with various charities and is a Theatre Critic at London Theatre 1.
Ron says
And while I no longer smoke, I imaginarily light up the offered imaginary cig and have an imaginary choke, for old times sake.