CAN’T LOOK AWAY

Above the courtyard
Across from your flat
I watch from a distance
Like a curious cat.

No curtains to draw
No shades to be closed
I can’t help myself
I should,   yes… I know.

I can’t look away
I’m  a voyeur
I can’t help myself
I stop and I stare.

Your hair somewhat long
You’re so gorgeous…so   lean
I watch you do yoga
You have a routine.

You lay down your mat
You sit on the floor
A chance to relax
That’s what Yoga’s   for

Your kitchen in view
You start to prepare
Your dinner is made
With such love and   care.

Wine glass in hand
Once dinner is through
You pick up your book
Every night I watch y0u.

You read for awhile
You’re  there on your own
No one beside you
You live all alone.

Just before  ten
The lights are turned off
I imagine you there
Asleep in your loft.

I fantasize daily
Holding you in my arms
Sleeping beside you
Safe and sound through a storm.

But you don’t even know me
I’m the geek cross the way
If I ever met you
What would I even say?

__________________________

Image from Google Images:  paradiceuk.co

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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