I lift the Marlboro pack from my shirt pocket.
Dig my lighter from my jeans.
Sliding into the cold chair next to the heater,
I turn it on and watch the amber coils come alive.
My mind wonders as the smoke rises and swirls in front of me.
Remembering the night, you,
I am warmed from the images my mind recalls.
Lost in sweet imagination in the darkeness of the room,
Shattering the darkness with light, suddenly, the door opens
"Hi, you like sitting in the dark?" He flips the switch.
"Oh, Hi Doug, I didn't even notice.
I was some place else"
By Janet Tucker