Houses three

Credit: @heytowner

Across from me are houses three
with windows drawn to close.
One curtain, one blind and 
one sheet, black as it goes.

I ponder ‘how odd?’ the blackness that exists
within the three housed row.
Who’s there? What devil hides behind
these curtains always closed.

‘Prison’ my darling girlfriend said
and I scoffed and said ‘but they’re at home!’
‘Self-imprisonment’ she explained to me,
‘They’re very much alone.’