Life

Darkened windows

My neighbours moved out last Friday. There were three of them – two girls and a guy. A lesbian couple and their mate. I didn’t know their names but I spoke to them often. I met the couple first when they moved in a month after I did. We crossed paths on the stairwell when the lift had broken down. The girls were attempting to haul a massive suitcase and some bedroom furniture up eleven storeys. I offered to help and also sympathised with their plight.

We continued to cross paths in the hallways, in the lift, while picking up our mail.

Sure, most of the conversation was superficial. Lamenting about lockdowns and lift woes. One time though, the couple brought Buttons back as he managed to escape into the hallway without me realising it. It was 7 p.m. at night and I wasn’t used to knocks on my door. Another time, the guy spoke to me about my training in the park across the road in lockdown. He was more of a runner.

I could see his room and their living room window from my spot on the lounge. A bright light in the evenings. His computer was generally on; he was either gaming or streaming and sometimes, working. The three of them kept me company in their own way. All I had to do was glance over to see the light. Other times, I would be enjoying a beer in the balcony and could hear the occasional sounds from their place. The clinking of vessels, the laughs, the music.

Now, as I settle down on my couch each evening, there is nothing but silence. The windows are dark even though the blinds are not drawn. There is no movement, no laughter, no light. The computer screen no longer glows. It feels lonelier than I could have imagined.

I wish now, I had asked them their names.

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  • Jen Pritchard
    30 November 2021 at 7:51 am

    I love how these near strangers kept you company in there own way. I have moved to the country from the city and my neighbours are now much further away – it will interesting to see how I get to know them, and yes I somehow miss my old city neighbours who I hardly knew at all. I hope wonderful people move in next door to you!

    • Sanch @ Sanch Writes
      4 December 2021 at 8:17 am

      Oh it’ll be interesting in the country. I’ve learnt that I enjoy knowing that people are around and probably stems from childhood.

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