I see you across the rooftops,
I watch you every night
and wonder:
Do you ever watch me
watching you?
I wonder, too,
about your life,
what it’s like to get up
each morning
in that room–
your room–
to wake into you.
I catch glimpses as you pass
between the windows
and I wonder what you think about
as you dress
and prepare for your day.
And then you disappear
until the night.
Hours later, I see you again
and wonder:
how did your day go,
and what is that book in your hand,
what are you watching
and who are you talking to?
I imagine you as a serious character
so when I see you laugh,
I wonder why.
The window of a house
seen across the rooftops
offers such a narrow glimpse into a life
so that I don’t think I would recognize you
If I met you on…
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Spoken Thoughts, Silent Laughs 