Triptych

I

Without leaving home,

watching them leaving the house:

but it's not the same.

II

Pairs of lovers just before

gEtting angry and the flounce

of One into the distance

stePping heels down head forward

swelLing eyes leaking tears

the peEp show just for me

hot croWds panting for trains

coming lAter than expected

each togeTher yet still separate

bodies catChing nail on wool

irritated cHafing one against the other

no-one's watchIng dreading

that ocular coNtact that might

shatter this so Grand illusion of being alone

III

People watching me

are often disappointed

that I’m watching them.