Our hands barely grace the smooth, cold presence of the glass,

lost in windows, lost in sunlight

that bears no more meaning to us

as we gaze at the flowers on our windowsills

empty dining rooms, empty kitchens

afternoon light graces the table

a strange, serene, empty room

with echoes bouncing off the walls

Will we soon find answers to the dust that builds in the corners?

In the shadows that litter our hallways,

the sleep that pricks our eyelids

or the tireless nights with only the moon as our companion

Will we ever find peace in our loneliness again?

Only our regrets to tear at our minds

the past begins to rise in sour memory

thoughts begin to be bittersweet

and we wait for the doors to open for us

Maybe the glass we touch can be shared between others

we gaze at the same flowers

the same moon is left as our companion

and our human spirit reaches for another to share our loneliness

Within the shadows,

under the dust-covered shelves,

we find the secret hidden in lonely houses,

We are together in isolation.