The Tenement

Every night I wake up
between two and three am
I look outside through the blinds of
the smallest window In my apartment
Everything out there is dark
Except for the flickering lights
from the only two windows
of a stone throw away tenement
They are always on
They look like tired eyes begging
To tell what they see
I wish I could listen but the wind
Is too strong
I reluctantly find the way back
To my bed hoping that it has kept
Some comforting warmth for me
I jot down this nagging thought
Before it is taken away from my ADD