Waiting

From the peak of the grey slanted rooftop,
she watched every day as he walked on by--
From behind dirty blue flowered curtains,
she watched every night as he traced his steps.
Day in and day out, she watched him grow old,
looking solely for a peek at his life.
Seasons change, months and years of watching,
waiting, for one day-she would pique his interest.
One day, he would notice her one more time.
He was growing, he was changing too;
one day soon, it would be he who would watch
from the peak of the grey slanted rooftop,
watching every day as his child walked by.
From behind dirty blue flowered curtains--
he would watch every night as she came home.
Day in, day out; he would watch her grow up,
hoping solely for a peek at her life.
Seasons would change, months and years he would watch,
waiting, for one day, he would pique her interest.
One day, his daughter would wait as well.