Façades

We pass people in the street,
a seeming endless stream of
faces, just façades. Behind each
façade is a world, a universe that we'll
never know. Eyes seem to bid
us, "come inside," but they are
just windows that we cannot
see far into. Sometimes we see a
warm light inside accompanied
by perhaps a smile, but this just
makes us painfully aware of
how cold it is here
outside.