A Snapshot of Unrequited Adoration

The deep purple of the night sky
Backed by the soundtrack of frogs in the distance
He sits alone
And lights his cigarette
The red dot glows faintly in the nightscape

He breathes deeply
The smoke fills his lungs
With a sense of purpose
And dulls the pain

"Where is she?" he wonders aloud
She was his comfort
His companion
Nowhere to be found

The wind offers its cold embrace
Carrying the songs of the tree frogs ever closer
Offering the companionship she couldn't

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