Lovesick

Like an owl in the woods, I watch you with
bated breath and yet I keep it to myself for

fear of your face as you realise your private
soft skin in all the right places has been

revealed to me even after you left me because
you thought we were wrong. Next time, shut the

window and pull the curtains and don’t notice
the eyes peeking through the bushes to catch

a glimpse of, dare I say it, perfection.
Maybe when you stop crying into your

pillow, I will tap on the window and talk
to you from the grasses like another

Romeo to capture your heart. Except, we
all know how that couple turned out.