From My Window

From My Window

From my window I see you every day,

You pull the curtains aside, just home from work.

Then I see you, and know you are there,

A silent presence, unaware of my gaze.

You don't see me, you don't know me,

I don't know you, only that you're there.

I watch from my window every day and night,

A quiet observer in the shadows.

Till late at night, you remain,

Sitting at your desk, studying or working.

The glow of your screen illuminates your face,

Fingers dancing over keys, purpose unclear.

Until very late, you sit there still,

Every now and then, a stretch, a pause,

Then back to your task with silent dedication,

A routine I witness from afar.

I see no one else, just you alone,

I can only assume you live in solitude.

Yet all I see are your windows, so clear,

A small glimpse into a life unknown.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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