Out Of The Window Poem by Christopher Cariad

Many days
I sit and stare out of my window.
Across the street is where you live,
tilling your garden, mowing your lawn.
shirtless and sweaty.
late nights on your porch, smoking
and staring down at your phone,
I creep myself out at how much I stare.
Lusting after all the things I want,
All the things I need.
You're a move star and I a poet.
Our first introduction to each other was on grindr.
You where 100ft away
and I told you the wrong address,
Just to see if ou would take the bait,
You knew all along,
Watching me fro your window.
Too afraid, the world would know.