I Simply Have To Peek!

I like to take drives late at night and pass all those old houses with the lights on and the drapes carelessly forgotten. I can't help myself. I have to peek. I wonder what their house is like, what they're saying, why they're laughing, why they're crying. I wonder if they would invite me in if they knew I was thinking of them. This is just how I feel when I read your poetry. I feel like I'm driving by your home and stealing a peek through your windows. Thanks for inviting me in.