Just an outsider looking in.
Or in this case, would I be an insider looking out?
Either way, I sit and I watch. That's all I ever do.
Backseat, strapped to the chair behind me.
Like a prisoner, watching life go by behind bars.
Two women hug. Lovers? Friends? Sisters? I don't know,
But that's part of the fun. Not Knowing. Just watching.
A child chases a butterfly. A man drops his groceries.
A boy shoves a girl over. A dog rolls in a muddy puddle.
A couple walk out of the opticians smiling. A couple walk out of a clinic frowning.
All of this happens as I drive by. Not stopping. Not taking it in.
just watching, because that's all I ever do.
The tree leaves fade from green, to orange, to dead.
The air turns warm, then humid, then cold.
The sun turns to rain, then snow.
The two women pull apart.
The child is a teenager. The man is not here anymore.
The boy and girl are walking hand in hand. The dog is too old to roll over.
One woman walks into the opticians alone. A couple walk down the street with a baby.
I stop, I breathe, I take it in for once. But all to soon, the lights change to green and I am driving by yet again.
Not stopping. Just watching, because that's all I ever do, and all I've ever done.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Kat
PoetryI'm not mentally stable and it's starting to show in my work. Have some popcorn, enjoy my suffering
