I see her every evening
Just at the edge of sight.
She's sitting by her window
In the fading evening light.
Always with a comb in hand
Languorously dressing hair;
When I look for her directly
She's never ever there.
I think I'm at a tangent
Where two worlds collide
And she and I are sitting
Either side of that divide.
She surely knows I'm watching,
Knows that I can see
Because sometimes I'm certain
She throws a smile to me:
And when the combing's finished
And it's time for her nightgown
Just before she's naked
She turns her light way down.
I can only see her shadow
Cast against the wall
Maybe more erotic than
Ever seeing her all.
Then she always looks towards me,
Seems to nod her head,
Before lifting up the covers
And sliding in to bed,
Gone then
From my sight
Until
Next night.
Perhaps she is a figment
I just don't really care
But I know I‘m so in love
With a girl who's never there.