Saturday Night - Poem by Casey Gochnour
Another Saturday night all alone,
Constantly looking over at my phone.
Hoping to get a text, to get a call,
Get nothing and feel nothing at all.
It’s not always easy being all alone,
But it’s not like I hadn’t known.
Just like last Saturday, I’m by myself again,
At least this time there’s no freezing rain.
But it’s still not easy, I don’t know,
I’m keeping more in that I should show.
Not hurt, not insulted, I just want to feel wanted,
And in times like these, I don’t.
I can’t help that I crave your attention,
Not that I didn’t before mention.
I was just hoping to spend a Saturday night with you,
‘Cause right now there’s nothing else I want to do.
I know I’ll see you later, and I love that…
And I don’t mean to sound like such a brat.
But I wanted to spend time with you, careless time,
But here I am instead stuck trying to find a rhyme.
You’re out there, I know, probably laughing,
Probably a big smile on your face, you’re clapping,
Because someone said something funny that you’ll bring up later,
And I’ll just let it go with a taste on my tongue, sour.
And I know you’re out there dancing, I know you’re shaking your thing,
And I’m here wishing you could hear me sing.
Singing for you, singing love in melody, love in my notes,
While you’re out there without me with screaming throats.
A great song probably came on and you got excited,
I don’t even feel like walking over, my soul so blighted.
I just wish I could be with you, out in public so people could see,
I just want to show you off and keep you with me.
I’m staring off into the stars, looking off into the night,
But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright.
I miss my arms around your waist, my cheek upon your breast,
I can live without you, but without you I’ll be miserable at best.
I remember when I felt special when I saw you with makeup,
When you were with me to be your best dressed.
How foolish I’ve been, I know you look beautiful for yourself,
How could I have guessed?
I just felt like it was always for me,
Yes, I know, I’m not the only one who sees.
I just loved watching you get dressed for the night,
To be with me, to dance together without light.
I miss dancing with you, I miss dancing with you…
I miss dancing with you… I know I’m awful, but I do.
I just want to dance with you, I want to feel your legs against mine,
I miss dancing with you and feeling our bodies intertwine.
I miss dancing with you, I see it now…
I just miss listening to the music and seeing how,
You’d be the only one I’d want next to me,
You’re the only one I’d see.
I just want to dance with you, I really do.
I miss dancing with you…
It’s your favorite thing to do,
So why can’t I do it with you?
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