The lights inside of the house
are looking bright from my place
here in the car.
Sitting. Waiting outside for your silhouette to cross in front of the curtains, open them, look out at me.
And this reality that all that is inside can be turned off with the flip of a switch is so heavy.
I’m afraid if I move, if I turn the car engine off,
the lights will go out
and you won’t be home.