Chipped Away

For two hours,
Ive stared out of this coffeehouse window
looking over the rooftops at a city
I had no idea existed until now.
The afternoon' blue sky is starting
to grow darker with each blink.
These dilapidated old houses and mom and pop businesses,
with their side windows painted to match the brick,
sit there in silence, to not disturb my
peering into their mundane lives no one
else ever seemed to care about.
Each crack in the paint,
and every stain the years of rain caused,
grabs me right by the throat,
telling me to appreciate it's beauty,
and I gladly listen.
But when the numbness in my legs
and the tiredness in my eyes finally tells me
it's time to say goodbye,
all I can think about is if anyone has ever
stared at me for this long,
admiring my normalcy and ordinary features,
but believing I'm more amazing than
than the cracked paint and stains that I'm
unable to see.