Becoming, Lucy

You watch me every morning and every evening.

It’s our routine.

Do you talk to your friend across the hall about me?

Do you see what I see?

Do you see how I avoid your gaze?

I need you (both) though, I can’t avoid you (both) completely.

But I find it hard to face you (both).

I wonder if we’ll ever be friends.

Will I ever be able to look at you and feel happiness?

Do you like seeing me?

Do you like our routine?

Would you tell me I’m beautiful?

Would you mean it?