Watcher

There she is again
Long dark hair framing
A pale oval face
Stark under the harsh street lights

This time she is wrapped
In a cute noir greatcoat
Cinched tight at the waist
And her long legs are clad –

I frown, annoyed
She has passed into shadow
The stretch of street between
One lamp post and the next

I twitch the curtains
And strain my eyes;
I worry, the darkness
Contains many a danger

The lights flick on suddenly
Framing me against the window
Turning my gaze upon myself
As the glass switches to a dark mirror

My gentle frown returns
Then I nod in decision –
I turn to deal with my wife
With a thoughtful last glance at the street

But all I see is a
Sickly face in the window’s reflection
Eyes bright with purpose