lullaby

under the sprinkling rain
a car rolled over the puddle
she stood quietly on the plain
and longed for a comforting cuddle

how long will this last?
eyes closed, tip-toed
another car has passed
and a chill swept through her soul

a sweet melody she hummed
arms wide open for an embrace
which never seem to come
instead, the chill caressed her face

how many more passing days?
a melody, a lullaby to sing
how many dreams to chase?
the desire of a tangible something

she hummed
and walked.
avoided the sun
in thoughts.

oh, so you have moved. ok, bye.

every night when i looked out of my window
the fat topless man living opposite would be standing at his too
smoking at such a pace that would set his lungs on marathons
there'll be brief eye contacts and i'd look away
turning my gaze towards the playground afar
yet, at the corner of my eyes i would still watch
him puffed and tapped out into the public ashtray, out of his window

he has a quiet brown poodle
that would sniff around his living room
i have never watched him cuddle with it before
i have never seen him have an engaging talk with his wife
i have never noticed any friends invited
he has a nice home, with a classy urban minimalistic touch
but it looked and felt cold, almost like a show room

tonight i looked out of my window as usual
and i realised that the dog's gone
so was the arty farty arm chair
so was the ikea carpet
so were the bottles of wine at the bar counter
so was study table
so was the blind that perpetually shield his bedroom
in fact, the entire home was empty

they had moved.
my 7 years of silent neighbors