5th floor , 5 o clock

I see her often in that corner,

Soft eyes , liquid mouth….quite a stunner.

Lost in thought , she never does see ,

That a window opens as wide as can be.

I see her from my apartment up here,

She comes at 5 o clock and sits right there.

The book is open wide , the pages softly flutter.

She is ever so silent , not a word does she utter.

She looks at the sky and sometimes, the grass,

She never notices the gaping men who pass.

Once or twice I saw her lips tremble ,

Not a smile – just a symbol.

She wipes often a solitary tear,

Then her face is enveloped in fear !

She quickly turns around and around ,

To see did anyone notice – who found ?

She looks so lost , so lonely , such hauntingly beautiful eyes,

She is incapable of deception , cruelty or any lies.

Never reads a word though the book is open in her lap ,

She stares blankly at the children around who play and clap.

She sits in the park on the 5^th bench everyday ,

But she never knows….never , in any way……

She never does look up – she never does see…

That my window opens as wide as can be.

Like a whirlwind in slow motion , she changes my Life…

If only she looked up – she could be my wife.