Was Walking

Knocked on a window—not your window, a window—
saw shadows on the curtains—silkscreens. Knocked on the window—
it wasn't yours, so don't think that—nothing happened.

Knocked again. Nothing, damn.

Stood there—saw the silhouette on my own, thinking would be nice—
bodies of shadows moving, being—not yours, though!
Don't think that.

Was walking when I saw the window and knocked—and then was watching,
so I stood there and watched. Saw these bodies moving, being;
didn't know shadows have such feelings—

heard a noise from behind: a woman walking the dog.
Thought it not appropriate if I was caught.
Continued with my walk—at the end of the block, I turned.

Saw that woman stopped where I stopped, watching what I watched—and no, it’s wasn’t you.