The Window Poem by Tino Covelli
The Window
I walk through the upstairs hallway of my own house,
only to see the neighboring house.
Their window is lit.
I watch,
like a stalker on a cold night.
Nothing is happening,
but, I am watching still.
Waiting... waiting...
A listless body comes into sight,
and weirdly, I loose interest.
I slip into bed and wonder,
what was going on meant nothing.
I fall asleep,
Dreaming of what could have happened.
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