Silent Lives

Across the way, the curtains stay drawn,

a world behind glass, where whispers are born.

We nod, share a smile, yet never connect,

a symphony of silence we both choose to respect.

I wonder what stories they cradle at night,

as shadows pass by, just out of sight.

Do they hear the same sirens, the same creeping dread?

Or do they find solace in dreams instead?

Sometimes I see them, through the veil of my days,

and think of the lives woven in unseen ways.

Little universes wrapped in the hum,

awaiting the day when we'll finally become.