Monologues

Staring out windows
He has become
The observer once again
Waiting for inspiration
To appear on his street
An uninvited guest
Knocking to the heart pound
A phone call left
Unanswered
Unreturned
And while this sensation
Was once an unimaginable
Sentence for a curtain pulled back
Revealing another
Game show choice gone awry

This time
The hardwood floor
Pacing miles
And clock stares
Simply feel
Like the naked comfort
Of accepting a role
In a story
He knew by heart
The part
He was born to play