She lives across the street in one of many terraced
Houses with a mother and a father and a
Window overlooking the street below
He lives across the mossy cracked old pavement in a
Terrace bordered off with flower arrangements and she
Dances for him ev’ry night

Never was a word spoken of the promise never broken
And she danced like an angel by his side
Despite the mossy cracked divide

She dressed in a silky white nightgown when he
Researched it he found it in a shop just full of
Secrets, secret by design
And he loved her every minor detail he could
Muster from observing her through dusty ’40’s windows
Dancing whilst she cried

Though they never chanced upon a meeting she still danced
Like an angel, an angel by his side
When she laughed, even when she cried
They were alive, they were alone

She swayed, white and blurred and beautiful and
Afraid, black and blue and she was too
Unworldly for his tainted eyes

When the car on her drive finally roared into life
He saw her crying yet again
Driving through the rain
He never saw her again
The angel by his side