i'm watching people in their apartments

if i look just over my window sill, i can see them in their apartments.
unaware of each other,
even though i am so fully aware of each of them.

the woman who sits on her balcony each and every morning, in a navy blue bathrobe,
with her legs placed slightly apart.
i wonder if she's lonely.

two
blonde haired girls playing in the kitchen on the third floor,
window second to the left.

the young couple,
like moving shadows,
with the round paper lantern.

the single young woman with bottle red hair,
and potplants on her balcony.
(there were two men over last week, and they moved her couches.)

my stomach is acid.

i lean out of my window and wonder
if
anyone is looking.