When I cross my hometown
not stopping to say hello,
too busy with my new life,
One lighted window,
of my old dorm room
takes me back in time,
to when I used to sit
amid bored nights,
On the other side
and stare at the blur of life
over the freeway right outside.
Now,as I whiz past it
without yet saying hello,
can't help but pause and wonder,
Is there somebody
staring out my window?
. . .
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