i knew a girl once

She liked to look through the windows of the houses
She passed by
To see the color schemes of someone else’s life
Her favorite part was the curtains.
Each house had its own set
Most of the time, they would match
The room to a T
And every time she looked in, it would be different
Sometimes there would be a person or two
And others, it would be bare
But every time she looked through,
Even if it was for just a moment
She could see a
Different perspective.
That was probably why she hated
Being in the driver’s seat
Road’s don’t have curtains.
Mostly, the only time she got to look
Was when she was sitting on the back
Of her daddy’s motorcycle
She would listen to her headphones
That she always wore under the helmet
And match the themes to
Someone else
Stealing the words
And painting her pictures
The funny thing is,
They don’t remember her