Man of the night
To a passerby
Who sits up high
We are insignificant
Just a blip in their mind
But for eyes
Of those watching each night
We are characters
From a chapter of time
Perhaps our sight
Reminds him of a time
When he was the protagonist
Watched by others’ eyes
No he wonders why
Such a simple sight
Still makes him cry
Night after night
He doesn’t realize
He was that guy
With his hand on her thigh
But rather than try, he let it die
Now all he can do
Is watch from the sky
Trying to find
A way to go back in time
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