My eyes are trying to help

I am looking out the window

Again

The way I used to do when I was eight

And the way I used to do when I was 16

I tried

I did

I went to the movies and I couldn't find a person.

At the window there is life outside

I sit and watch Like I Am God.

Sometimes

I see air outside

I want to cry because I can't feel it

Last week

Somebody with a name walked by my window as I watched.

They dropped their wallet

And it was okay Because all they had to do was pick it up

I started to cry.