maybe…

he’d look out his window all night long…didn’t see anything…listened as cars drove past…an unlatched wooden gate kept swingin’…wind kicked-up…a lone streetlamp shined on a corner ‘cross from a Catholic church…blood on the sidewalk…

couldn’t sleep…never able…his mind always occupied…thinkin’ of her…wonderin’ how ends were gonna be met…how would this bill get paid…was there enough money left to eat-on…that last week of the month…last week…

watched as car lights disappeared into night…kept hopin’ to see her out…she was a thousand miles away…maybe she was a figment of his imagination…maybe…maybe…his mind played tricks on him…

like thinkin’ he’d kiss her again…maybe she’d allow that…he thought about it…kept lookin’ out the window…starin’ at nothin’…starin’ at nothin’…maybe just waitin’ to be kissed…