I have heard from his house cries of delight
And I have also heard some cries of pain.
I have listened as talk would set things right
Then wrong again as they start to complain.
I have heard the door slam many goodbyes,
Then swing open with invitations.
I have heard answers I knew must be lies
And countless loving salutations.
I have heard the children laughing at play
And silence, as if they were in hiding.
I have heard excitement in what they say,
And stammer in response to painful chiding.
I heard these things as a neighbor will
And I cursed his open windows,
But I saw his were closed as I neared my sill
And knew I heard my own echoes.