sighs

a light shines through the dark
from a heated room
behind insulated walls
and double glazed windows
as you and I watch the box
from our couch
and live our lives
through a screen
and hold our weapons
in the kitchen
and make love under our sheets
looking forward to weekends
and the days
that will mark out all the years
captured and catalogued
framed and nailed to a wall
these apparitions of immortality
the memorabilia of melancholy

and outside
in the terrifying expanse
above and beyond our heads
a storm brews in the distance
and as the clouds gather
and the winds howl
we look up
from our not-so-humble abodes
and let escape in near silence
a thousand sighs of insignificance