Entitled 9/12/08

This is my love song and I was going to sing it to you.

But. You left so soon I couldn’t finish it.
Due by the window, I write with the lights from the streets, the same lights that make the roads a safer place. By this window, I saw a robbery last nite.
I felt so useless watching it happen, that I wanted to shut my eyes.
I couldn’t use my superpowers
because I didn’t have any, so I called the police.
The water is so plain out my window. I wait to see kids play and laugh
but the water is too deep and wouldn’t be safe. One day I will jump in and
maybe the sun will join me in the pleasant dip.

I understand the shame of wanting something I can’t afford.