Hiding

I sit here in the dark
so that if you should stop by
you won't see the light on
and know that I'm at home.

I sit here in the dark
crying tears into the night
praying that the telephone
won't break the silence,
because I know who would
be at the other end of the line

I sit here in the dark
staring into the wall,
Afraid to look you in the eyes
afraid the world will see
through my clever disguise

I sit her in the dark
making excuses not to leave,
telling myself it's too soon,
or maybe it's too late,
or that the world will see
what I've been hiding.

12:54 AM

The rain falls outside the window,
but if not for the sound of the gutters
emptying into the grass I wouldn't know it.
And I, so deep in thought, try to tear myself
from the numbing work before me
to capture a few fleeting hours of sleep
before morning rips away any hope of rest.
For morning only brings more errands to run,
places to be, work to do, plans to forget about.
And now my dreams of yesterday
about where I'd be today are now dreams
of where I might be tomorrow and
the clock tick tocks away all the
minutes and hours I've wasted.
So I sit alone, with hours of work ahead
and rain outside that I hear but do not see.