To the Don Quixote Down the Block

You sit alone in a room as a knight without armor while outside your window leaves like maidens dance, yet there’s no one left to save. You know someone is watching as you read a romance five times read that has become your world, and you wait for someone to come. The people who walk down the sidewalk, you say they’re all beautiful, everyone. Veiled in memories visions of a waitress glows, the one met on the road, and you changed her name to reflect your dreams of what she could be. Your squire has returned to the farm and for a moment he believed in the visions only you could see. He stood at your side to watch as you tipped windmills, to keep the world safe for you and he. Now that he is gone you feel a heartfelt pain dying to your dreams. *Based on Man of La Mancha