Prena Poetry

someone told me.

about your new apartment in the city

i heard you moved in with a lover

teal painted walls of a ground floor house

and a couch at the corner end of your room

they told me she sits on that couch

as she waits for you to get home

they mentioned of the windows too

from where you look out at the streets

to catch a glimpse of someone passing across

and every evening that girl who passes

by the window of your house

is me

but just so you know

she never looks at it