She Cries In the Grass

I have this neighbor
She lives down the street
Only three houses
Wait, make that four
I watch when she goes out
In her backyard
To walk her dogs
Or water those plants
I can’t see precisely
But I am quite certain
I’ve seen her sometimes
Crying through the curtain
Of long blonde hair
I think she is gorgeous
From so far away
I can’t help but wonder
What she might say
If she knew I could see her
Slumped on her lawn,
One hand on bowed head
One hand on the dog
Who always comes close
To her side when
She cries in the grass
Some comfort to lend
I see a man come
I see him go
He always seems chipper
I wonder, though
Why does she cry
Three days out of four
When he’s always smiling
Can’t figure the score
I just want to meet her
And tell her that
There is someone around
Who cares where she’s at
I think if she saw me
She’d deem me a perv
But all I can think
Is of every curve
Wait, this is chaste
I just like to look
I see her cry
And it’s like a good book
Inventing new stories
Seeing new scars
I love her for crying
I love who you are
I stand in my hallway
On the second floor
I look out the window
Hoping for more
This time her hair’s down
Sometimes it’s up
The wind keeps whipping
But she doesn’t stop
She walks from her house
And I can just stare
Looking and watching and wanting her there
She’s wearing a skirt
It curls and eddies
In wind blowing unsteady
She turns to this side
Hair in her face
Breathless I watch
My heartbeat a race
Lifting a hand, she wipes at her eyes
Is it my thoughts or did she just cry