I remember those nights
wondering, hoping, stepping through
a wood like forest in the confusion.
I recall looking outside of myself
and seeing a lonely man
phone never rang, doorbell silent,
even the neighborhood would seem vacant.
I remember Saturday nights
filling the void, hoping to avoid
anyone recognizing my pain
always with a smile in the public eye.
I remember lonely nights
feeling always disconnected
thinking all of the ‘they’ people
were out of my league.
I walked outside one Saturday night
looked around at the houses
a few cars drifting by and glanced back,
saw my image in the picture window.
A statue living amongst the vines.