Her
Location
He watched her through the window from across the street.
Her clothes looked sleek,
her hair fell gracefully,
playfully.
Each movement's meaning, oblique.
He studied her.
Made extensive notes
on her clothes -
he knows
when she'll wear lilac
and when she'll wear mauve.
He learned her by rote.
Sunday mornings she'd come back from the gym.
Throw her kit on the bed,
Return, wearing a towel instead,
And he'd be waiting, watching, smiling -
he knew it was all for him.