city lights peer in through half open blinds
long shadows of light on the floor.
across the street the building is a crisscross of stories.
of loneliness and togetherness,
of crying and laughing.
someone is watching fight club on the fifth floor.
the air conditioner hums; i hug the bed, against the window
breathing in the cool air, barely tinted with cherry blossoms
it sinks into my skin and bones as i sink deeper into blanket folds
now we’re all alone, but we’re all alone together.