Dark streets and puddled orange light from streetlamps.
Shivering, but it's not cold.
In a crowd of strangers, still alone.
I can see the glow from someone's living room window.
I bet they're having dinner together, as a family, right now.
I bet they're all discussing their day and complaining about Steve from marketing, or that annoying third grader Tracy Mulligan.
I bet there's a teenager who brought home is new girlfriend, smiling shyly to her across the table.
I bet there's two small children fighting over something insignificant, who'll forget it all and make up soon.
I bet there's parents still in love with each other, making plans silently, communicating with their eyes.
I bet they have the in-laws over, and they all get along great.
Hell, maybe not.
I bet it's someone lonely, watching TV and drowning their sorrows in a bottle of Jack.
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