Stalker

[Mairi]

Stalker

And I watch these same faces everyday

I know every thought

I know every breath

I know every crevice of their skin

And I?m just a mere observer: silenced; still

Not a participant in this so-called life and ?deep conversation?

Because I wouldn?t know what it?s like for you to live

In desolate times and understanding silences

And it?s only me to judge

In the back corner of my mind

What choices to make for you when I see fit

But you wouldn?t hear me anyway

And in that split second when I break the barrier

Between consciousness and dystopia

You see me in my true face

Not just the mask I have indented

And it?s so much better not to be noticed

Than to be standing in front of you: observed

And in one rapturing moment you capture my true appearance

As I?ve been doing to you for eternity

And I watch these same faces everyday

I know every thought

I know every breath

I know every crevice of their skin

And you look on at them with me

Comments please.

[Uncle Joe]

Mairi...a lovely poem. I just think that a young man would much prefer to see you, and to "capture" your "true appearance".

I know I'd want you to be "a participant in this so-called life and 'deep conversation'".

I'd rather know that I "look on at them with" you.

Why not give him a chance to know you?

[Mairi]

Thanks Uncle Joe, but he doesn't want to know me.

[Uncle Joe]

I'm sorry Mairi. If that's true and you have confirmed it to be so then it's his sad loss. And it's better for you the sooner you put him behind you and move on. Go be happy.

There's probably a guy there who feels somewhat the same about you. Wonder if you'll ever know? If guys think you're hung on one person they may not approach you. That would be a shame.