Quarantine
noir.mp4
Roman Schiavi
To The People Outside My Window
To the people outside my window,
How can I even start?
If only I could let you in...
Six feet feels so far apart.
To the people outside my window,
You remind me that today
No kids can run and scream and shout
Or go out and play.
To the people outside my window,
I know you don’t know my name.
I just wish I had a friend,
And I’m sure you wish the same.
To the people outside my window,
Like this disease, you’ll come and pass
But stand there for a minute longer,
Let this moment last.
--Michael S.