Too Many Windows

There are too many windows in our room
It chills me beyond words,
That these windows are each worth
Every voice,
Every angered voice
That was yesterday's.

These windows are transcendent.
Speaking of scenes of neighboring
Fights not unlike ours.
They caution your tongue
And mine, and it was kept at that.

It is thus when curtains
Were brought down that the ironic
Babel ensued like
No one was beyond our walls.

There are too many windows here.
Far more than there are walls now.
Every window speaks a different story
Of you and me

And it chills me
That tomorrow when the curtains are
Brought down,
Every remaining
Wall will be gone.