Lady In The Window

High up there
About halfway up the building
You can see her in the window
She sits there for hours
Searching the faces, the people in the street below
Wondering

Does anybody care?

Moving with purpose in their oblivious way
Making their appointments happily on time
Clocking the minutes of a prosperous day

Does anybody care?

In her sad eyes
She knows the secret
The terrible truth we hide in our lies
We are
All of us
Alone.

Does anybody care?


(Previously published in Ascent Magazine, Winter 2000)

by Laurence Overmire

Comments (2)

Yet another brilliant piece from you! Thanks for entertaining me with such powerful and compelling lines.
Your compassion becomes you. A very touching poem. Regards, Sandra Fowler