I watch you. I'm always watching you. I watch you from out in the cold sun. I watch you in the wind and rain. I watch you in the snow. It has no affect on me. The iciness is in my soul.
Blending with the shadows of night, I see you now, through your lit window, reading, unaware my eyes hungrily follow your most subtle of moves. Your hair is longer now...
I remember when we first met how we joked that I'd stalked you until you noticed me. That I had hid in your bushes, but now it's true, and you don't know...
I sometimes watch you while you're sleeping, in your room, hovering, hoping you may whisper my name from some sheltered part of your mind.
I watch you with him, together in our bed. And it saddens me. But it's been so long since we felt each others' touch... I cannot blame you.
I should go home. To that obscure place in the distance. It calls to me from time to time. But I'm afraid. I'm afraid to live happily without you. So I choose to stay, drinking in your every move, your every word, your every breath...
It used to be difficult for you. But the days have slowly crept and then suddenly flew. You haven't forgotten. Oh no, I know you haven't. You still visit the grave. But your trips are few and far between now... You speak to me as if I'm there trapped beneath the soil. But I'm here. I'm here! Speak into the wind.
At first your friends let you mourn. But then they urged you to live; while I whispered in your ear, please don't forget. But I'm selfish, as selfish as I ever was. I made it hard on you.
I watch you, and yet it beckons me—the light, the promise of peace—HIM. But I'm afraid. I could go and watch you from afar, waiting with joy until you come. But I'd rather stay near you, turn away from the unknown—possible oblivion—and live this frail life.
Only you anchor me to this world where I no longer belong. I fight the pull of that place where it's written there are no tears. Oh, how I suffer. But I will wait, watching, until you join me, and then and only then I will travel there with you.
Though, I wonder...if time would move differently there...if I were to go...I would soon see you, instead of waiting and harboring my pain and clasping shackles around you...
You put down your book; I'm enraptured—forgetting all else to watch.
But I can feel the pull tugging relentlessly on my core-less soul. It's merely bothersome as I watch you turn the T.V. on. It scratches at me, but I think I would rather sit and watch you watch our favorite movie for now...
