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Through my window from which i look down upon, my street

You and your boyfriend walking,

with dog so peacefully,

I see him, i see the dog,

and he looks at me.

I see your heart take a glance, as your eyes don’t move,

and i move back into the room,

with a smiled tucked neatly away in the corner of my mouth.

The window in the kitchen looks into the kitchen of a girl,

Who is looking back through her kitchen window,

And what she sees is me, torse nu, cigarette in mouth and broom in hand.

What? i feel she thinks.

We see each other every day, every night, we never speak, we never smile.

I see her smoking as she sees me get in from work,

never a single word,

after two years,

quite odd.

The window from my studio, also being the soon to be window,

of someone else,

looks out across a balcony and sees the mountain through sheds,

looks quietly upon two quiet lovers with a guitar between them,

and down onto the lawn, where my cat is watching so ever intently,

a small ball being bounced against a brick wall.