You have stepped out 

of your regular hiding.

Wherever I go

to look for you,

all I find are

high-rise buildings,

determined to 

stop me 

from looking at you,

admiring you.

And then, I see those 

independent houses

with beautiful terraces,

drenched in your light.

Oh, how inviting!

How if I lived in

one of them

I would not have

deserted the terrace

for a single moment.

But here they are

no one standing 

in the balcony 

or the terrace.

It appears

these people 

have gone in

constant hiding,

unmindful of

what they miss.