The fan drones on and on
Grumbling about the silence
The play list of my favourite songs
Rebels at being played too often
Pending chores keep me company
As I move from one lonely room to another
Outside these four walls
Is another world
Of people laughing
Talking, holding hands
Having fun
Even arguing
Living
I stand at the window
Watching
From the fringes of life
Memories of other evenings
Filled with the laughter of life
Flit like ghosts mourning their own demise
Glimpses of today turning into unending tomorrows
Stretch like the darkness of the night all around me.