She sits at night
In her window and watches
The moon and the stars
Watches the lights
Washing the streets
From the passing cars
As her favorite sad songs
Pour softly from her stereo
To fill her heart
Fill her eyes
On another Saturday night
Or is it Friday
Somehow they are all the same
Days filled with empty smiles
Polite words and playing
Some happy game
For all the others
As the hours fly by
But nights are not the same
For they seem never to pass
With minutes filled
With endless blue seconds
And an aching
For what has never been
“It is their loss”
They used to say
“You are beautiful inside
And if they don’t see that
Then they don’t deserve you”
But what about me?
She asks to herself
“What do I deserve?”
As she sits night after night
Knowing the good things within
Knowing what she has to give
Knowing the nights will never end

Michael Mathews
07/08/06