THE EXCUSE
The Sun descends
In the western skies,
And with the sun, goes down
The excuse for gazing at the window.
Let me take off my mask, and
Surrender to the surreptitious anxieties.
I know you wouldn’t show up.
But,I still wait
For the turning of the key at the front door
For the mid evening check in call.
Okay, don’t frown,
I’ll still wait
For you to show up
In the last hour of my dreamless sleep!