Out this window I can see two roofs, the hospital in the distance and into the third

story kitchen of a big red house.  In that kitchen I watch a young couple make

coffee, do the dishes and hug. We`re on pretty similar schedules, us three, Im generally the first 

up and the first home from work but they`re never long after me.  I seldom where my glasses in 

my house so I have no idea what they actually look like and wouldn`t recognize them  if they 

walked passed me on the street. I have three windows that face them and am curious to know how 

much of my life they`ve seen. Be it a bald tattooed maniac stomping around yelling at himself

or someone sitting peacefully drinking tea and reading on a couch, I`m sure they think theres a couple

different people living here as well.