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

my new father

my therapist or my vicar

i hoped for all these things alone in the dark

 

i ventured out in the day today

to smoke and drink coffee

my new breakfast

and as i looked up to the window

hoping to catch a glimpse of my new found dusk friend

i saw the portable radio in the window

its standby light invisible in the sunshine

sat ever still

up high in the window

distant