Seeing my neighbour
Sitting in my swivel
chair chatting to my lover, I look out of my window to see him who sits by the
window on the second floor of the building across the quiet road from me and I
wonder what he sees in this world from that perspective.
He might also see me
as I look up though I have never waved to him in any sort of acknowledgement,
then the main road that I will not have a view of except if I change my
position might present a variety of vehicular traffic; cars, lorries, bicycles, and dreaded e-scooter of
all colours, driven by genders only descriptive if he can see that well, along with the
speed of travel regulated by changing traffic lights at the junction beyond our
view.
What are their
stories?
Lest I forget, his
wife and I think that is her role if my eyesight serves me well, sometimes
takes that seat too. I would think the vantage view is sitting by the window on the left from
my viewpoint as there can’t be much to see seating on right and looking out to
their left.
Maybe, just maybe
they need company as they sit in limbo without friends or family, but the lifelong
companionship of each other reminiscing of a life that only exists in memories
fading away, a youth spent that could be stories to listen to, if we just knew
each other. These notes I scribbled down on my notepad as my lover watched
wondering what I was up to and this is it. Another situation in Manchester in
these pandemic times.
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