watching him

Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

spit his gum on the ground

and lit his cigarette. 

the same as yesterday. 

the same as every day. 

he squints, and looks up to the blank, cloudless sky. 

Kathy does the same, staring into the blue, only to distract herself with a passing bird, and lose sight of Samuel. 

he's the man from the complex across the street, 

with the warm lights on at night, 

and the jazz, played loud enough to be heard if she leaves her window open. 

watching people is sick.

that's what mama says, 

but what else is there to do in a city full of sad? 

Kathy closes the blinds shut, and sits atop her bed

waiting to feel something she's never felt before. 

In the morning, she keeps her eyes closed till the light won't wait

walks to the window

and begins again.