Screen Windows

rain falls for wind the
same way sunshine falls to the ground
an empty warmth you remember from
when your friend would appear outside your
bedroom window
that flimsy screen the only thing keeping you separated
from him, from the night
and you wanted so badly for him to be able to crawl
into your bed, into your seven year old arms
wanting, even at that age, to be able to hold on to someone
or at least the idea of something
and you wish that just for once someone would recognize your plight
tell you that you're beautiful in spite of things
in spite of yourself
tell you that the way the sunlight hits you
makes you look golden and untouchable
you wish that just once someone wouldn't blame you for
their actions
wish someone knew that you only listened to that particular album
when you were done chasing off the blues, when you started inviting them on in
wish someone would pick up on the way you feel, just once, maybe
be aware of themselves, even
or at least just quit referencing mirror reflections and
the bad attitude you supposedly have
without stopping to ponder why, or if they might be the reason
But unfortunately, people will continue to be people
and you'll continue feeling under-appreciated
whenever you walk through that front door of home.