We both go outside
during the break for a cigarette.
Look at each other and you give a quick nod upwards
meaning ‘You got anything to say yet?’
In the film since, I would have played my role:
walked towards you, taken a drag
and said something like ‘You want to go out?’
looking into your eyes as you draw on your fag.
Yet I give a quick nod upwards too
knowing it’s a kind of silent sign to discover.
We finish smoking without a word
and go back in with the break over.
In the film since, we played our roles.
Every scene played out with what was meant.
It’s a long time ago but fresh in the memory.
like smoke from cigarettes past and present.