MARIAM ALAYANDE

Day after day, Summer after Winter, At the peak of the night when only the stars bear witness of the earth, She passes by the rusty brown castle, As it lingered close to the street like a hunter awaiting its prey, Embedded with tainted windows, Snatching her attention every time - a shadow! Never looking too closely, At the top right corner of the floor it was, Bending over and rising up, Continuously without hesitation, Such energy that must require- she thought, With another shadow beneath, Who or what? - unknown, The peak of night is meant for pleasure, Strictly minding her business pacing faster, Sacrificing only a glance at the tainted windows and hurried to her abode. Every now & then, The eye from the street devours me, I can feel her intense stare pierce through my window pane, Though she couldn’t feel my pain, Never afforded me much more than a glance, All she saw was a game of pleasure, Whereas I laid here, Pick this time to send a message, Be...