I have a next door neighbor.
She does nothing but watch me,
I see her through my window.
She's kind of hard to not see.
She stands in plain sight.
She walks toward me when I look out,
And she is still when I am resting,
But I don't think she ever sleeps.
And it seems as though her secrets are festering,
And eating her up alive.
We always make eye contact.
She copies everything I do.
She wears the same brands as me,
And even the same kind of shoes.
Her face is similar to mine, except...
Except she looks more weary,
She seems more run-down.
She walks with very heavy steps,
And always has a frown.
Her falling shoulders are tears rolling.
I feel so sorry for her,
She always seems so sad.
To have such a life like hers,
Well, it would drive anyone mad-
But that's what she'd say about me.
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A refined poetic imagination, Katie Doty. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.