I stand and stare
out of the window
at the world
going by.
The man across
the street is
coming home after
another late night
love affair.
What he doesn't know
is his wife and kids
moved out earlier
today.
The old woman
dowm thw street
sits on her front porch
waiting for her
lon lost love
to come for her.
You know as well
as I do that
he isn't coming.
Another car drives
down the dark
desolate street and
I close the blinds
on another day. |