Factory Girls

Summer, late afternoons and winter’s icy cold evenings I would wait as they would pour out of the now open gate, all the factory girls and I waiting, . . . waiting for you to finish work then follow you home furtive and unnoticed by you and your friends, . . . just to watch you walking, just to glimpse your face, how beautiful you were with your dark eyes and your blushed cheeks, you always walked like you were dancing, or skipping flicking back your bobbing hair, along the crowded streets I watched you waving and calling good-night to your friends as they drifted away one after another till only you remained, and then, I would catch up with you with a casual . . . Hello!