Alone At The Window

I see people,

Many of them I know.

How do they see me,

Sitting

Over here by the window,

As usual

By myself.

There is much noise,

From these people I know.

But none

From me,

Unless you can hear a thought cry.

It’s time

To escape

And get away from those I know,

Because I don’t

And they don’t.

I leave.