for sale

the woman
next door, despite
the years
of living
beside you
separated by
a mere wall
is unknown
as you are to her.
the small hesitant
wave
as you come
and go about
your silent lives,
no smile
across her face,
busy
always, with
something in
her hand.
waiting for
a moment to slip
inside
without words
between you,
and when you see
the sign
go up, for sale,
you realize
how you'll miss
not knowing
her.