i follow a lonely, maybe just alone,
woman down the street
watching her
as she glances at shop windows
or maybe she's taking a peek
at her reflection
i don't know why i follow her
maybe it's to see where she goes
maybe it’s to take a glimpse into her life...
does she meet with friends
have a lover
does a dog greet her at the door
or is there a sick mother
in constant demand of something
maybe a beer bellied husband
stinking of filth, ***** & sweat
who gets his kicks
out of smacking her around
or
maybe she's alone
living a life
devoid of restrictions
commitments
permissions
& approval
a life that allows her
to wander the streets at any time
absently glancing into shop windows
a life empty of love?
another probe into the life of an anonymous person