High Windows

People on the street must look small from the windows of top floor apartments. Never lonely. They don't stay still long enough to seem alone. I want to be in every room of each apartment building I walk by. Seeing the windows and not being able to look inside, I miss the people who live there even though I've never met them. And when it rains I know that there are people in the rooms, maybe sitting by the window, maybe wondering where I'm going, and never yelling down to me, asking me to stay. I'm so small down here. You're so unknowable.