windows

[addy]

A thousand windows pass me by,
the majority lighted, allowing view of corridors,
whitewashed walls and half-glimpsed doors.
The bus curls round them like wrapping paper (honestly I liked this line; combined with the image of the lines, it sounds to me like being in the bus simultaneously blocks your view while offering a glimpse of something tantalizing)
and in the dark they become eyes;
I wonder how many students live there,
if any of them have caught sight of me. (Love how you did these lines; you don't wonder wonder about who live there, but instead wonder how many. It suggests a comfort in merely observing from afar, and in just accepting the perfect whiteness and light you see. Curious but not overanalyzing. The eyes of windows, just like the boy on the bus, are just fascinating strangers )

Don't have any issues with this. Lovely, solid read, and certainly one of my faves. I've felt like this quite a few times