My Corner

Trapped in a corner with nothing to do--
No move to make to get closer to you;
My head falls forward. A tear trickles down,
and I realize there's just no way out.

Later, a party--everyone's there;
I sit in a corner and at you I stare.
Everyone else is dancing and prancing.
Here I sit, in a corner, just glancing.

Alone again, I stretch on my bed.
Pulling my hair out; considering death;
Holding back tears; biting my lip;
praying no further we can slip;

The party is roaring. They're having a blast.
My wound is not healing. This gash has no cast.
I slouch in a corner. What can I do?
I wish for the strength to approach you.

By now, alone, your picture is plastered to me.
Looking at you, I see all that can be.
Visions inside appear very deep
of your thoughtful words resting my weep.

A girl in the distance notices you too,
only she has the strength to go up to you.
Off she goes and you join her gladly,
while in my corner, I sit here sadly.

Alas, a ring on my telephone dear,
and it's your voice I've been longing to hear.
As you speak, I find you called to see
if she was on the other line with me.

The music gets quiet. The faces fade away.
As I leave my corner of the party today,
the tears break through. I can't help but choke;
convincing myself that it's all a joke.

My line was open so it couldn't be,
so you're done talking on the phone with me.
"Oh yeah," you ask "what're you up to?"
Dumb question! Just thinking of you!

I continuously try to forget about you and her,
but I always end up here in my corner.

April 5, 1989