Sometimes

Sometimes

I look out into the city

And I feel so immensely small

I think about all the stories left

To be told

I think about all the unheard
Teardrops

All the shoulderless cries

I see a husband
Fighting with his wife

I envision a teenager crying in her loneliness

I see a girl
Sitting in the middle of her room
Amidst all the mess

But I also see cuddles before an open fire

I hear whispers

I hear laughter

I look out into the city and

Although my world

Is

MY ENTIRE WORLD

It just really makes me see

That it’s so very little

In the grand scheme of things