Porch Light

I stare out the window. Vacant faces pass me by while I examine each one with great effort. Bright green eyes and 6 feet high- Every similar feature brings a hopeful thought. Expecting. . . but accepting the empty truth. Nevertheless, I won’t give up hope. Soon you’ll be back and I’ll be doing well. Life won’t be about the façade and the alibi. . . Eyes bright green? No, but I’m still looking. Every face could be yours and I hope as much. Perhaps it will end tonight. I’ll search a few more; maybe the face I’ll find is yours. Now I hope you know that if you decide to go home – I’ve left the light on.