Lost X

Not sure if the caller was searching for a pet or a friend, but something was lost that night

Sat in the back yard
White Wall enclosure
One last cigarette in the open air
Before bed
Good for the head
In times like these

Strained vocal chords
Somewhere off in the twilights
A name disconcordant
Grazing the nights skin
Tumultuous and sad
Repeated in urgent echoes
Receding slow in the distance
It utters
Utter sadness