I followed her inside this morning
After I saw her in the park,
She ate her sandwich on the swings,
Drawing the clouds in the sky,
Today she fixes her hair in the mirror,
Singing to the songs on the radio,
Dancing with a hairbrush microphone
In the flickering bathroom light,
When she catches me watching
She swats me away, 
Wielding the towel as a weapon,
I whirr past her face wishing
She knew how she facsinates me,
I die watching her face,
Turning away from me, forgetting me,
Thinking she’s alone
Although the fly on the wall only sees her.