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