Whispering Windows

At night-

When I’m supposed to be sleeping-

I lay awake just listening, to the screaming-

To the whispers no one thinks I’ll hear-

When the sun clicks off and the nightlight's flick on-

I creep up to the window and just…listen-

To all the late hour conversations-

And midnight confrontations-

Just wondering, if I’m the only one to hear-

But answers, they don’t just appear-

So I’ll keep listening to each “I love you” said to a stranger that wasn’t their lover-

Or each frantic cry of a person shoved by another-

And I remember each “goodnight”, “see you tomorrow”-

And the infamous “we’re done!” –

But we both know you’ll forget your promise by the time you see the sun-

You see, I’m beginning to think I have a problem, I just can’t stop-

Holding my breath to hear the almost silent sound of gossip-

Or opening my window just a bit wider-

So I can see outside my little blue room-

And from my one window, you can’t see the moon-

So I’ve stopped looking for it, instead, I look down to the street-

Where people share secrets not meant for my ears-

Or speak of things beyond my years-

But I am never disappointed-

Because the window always whispers-

The most wonderful things-