Floating

 

I see him floating in the pool, just floating. Is he dead? I watch from my bedroom window spying on him. He was the only one in the pool. I guess he was home on vacation or was he suppose to be at work? Was he dead? Move I thought, just move so I know you are alright. I realy dont' want you to be dead. It would mean I would have to call the police tell them their was a dead man in the neighbors pool. I would have to answer all kinds of questions. Questions I did not know perhaps. After all, he was just a neighbor. I knew nothing about him and he knew nothing about me. The only conection we have is we are two people living in the same apartment complex. I couldn't tell the police I was spying on him. Spying because he has a good body, nice tan and I fantasize about him. No, I will not call. It would take too long and I have other things to do. I think I have to check my e-mail or make lunch. No, it would just not be convenient.  Move will you!

Reviews

[Lily1111]

Reading this poem was like watching the girl in the window watching the person floating in the pool and hearing her thoughts.

[WordMaster]

Interesting story line..

This had a lot of potential, but in my opinion, it comes up short!

More drama and surprise could have been written�

Stay on the journey

[C. Prince]

Awesome. I love writing when it reveals all the thoughts that you think and hope no one ever hears you think.