its summer now

but each night i wait until dark

and creep outside for a cigarette

feel the timeless cascade of the moon on my skin

across the road i made a friend

another bright orange glow

the end of a cigarette

up high in a window

distant but comforting

what part of my life would they join me in

was this late night associate to become my new lover

my new mother

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