Friday Night

I'll put on my face one more night.

For the chance to find a love that's right.

Dust off these clothes that everyone knows

And hope I look good enough in a room with no lights.

These games I play,

are the spoils of a freedom

I fought for long ago.

It's Friday night...

Time carves new lines on my face.

I feel the night outshine the day.

The dreams I let go have left me alone,

with nothing but memories to keep me warm at night.

To hold you again,

would remind me of the comfort

I ran from long ago.

It's Friday night...

by Michael Stegner

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