Windows

I look around and I’m not anywhere.

I’m not in a cage with rusty bars, 

I’m not in a crowded room,

Nor an empty one. 

I’m in a place that is nothing but black.

I’m neither inside nor outside. 

It is neither light nor dark. 

But there are windows. 

Windows I may look through to see happy couples,

Happy families,

Happy friends,

Strangers side by side,

A silent agreement that they are all together.

I look out the windows with envy.

That is where I am;

A blank expanse with windows,

Windows that let me know,

Yes, yes, you are alone.