There were nights when a familiar house opened its doors to reveal the adventures within.

I studied familiar faces out of context and alien creatures,
Whose habits reflected a reality.
I was never seen,
But I saw—Oh how I saw.
The days were minutes on the clock,
And the nights a lifetime in a memory.

There were nights,
But they have vanished.

This morphing glass betrayed my curiosities,
And I, its confidence.
It shattered into oblivion,
And I can still feel the fractures in my memory.