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.