Far away, in the window
of a nearby house?
Is it where my friends lie?
Or do these lights
Belong to another
A different sort
of person
Who stays home and broods
Never wondering
What it is like
Out here
where the sun shines or the rain falls
What are they thinking,
that other person
who I do not know
What must their life be like
If it is not like my own
Who are they
in that window
If they are not my friend
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