I, voyeur

by Pattie Flint


Lock the bedroom door and
turn the volume down low.
There is a pressure behind my eyes:
the world is lonely tonight,
do you feel it?
The best occur in classrooms
fathers and mothers squeezing children,
or football games
when crowds roar unanimous approval.
There is patriotism and sex appeal
in a man returning from war.
Banners read WELCOME HOME
WE LOVE YOU and WE ARE PROUD.
I watch these reunions
on YouTube and Vimeo;
invading the intimacy of families
that are not my own;
they do not know that I am
crying for them
in the middle of the night.
I, voyeur,
to their pangs of separation
weep in camaraderie and wonder;
who am I waiting for, to come home
to me?

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