You
Coward!
Show me your face
you coward!
You stalk me silently,
no one knows you're there,
but me.
You are a sneaky devil
but I know your tricks.
I can see your headlights
in the rearview mirror
as I drive late in the night.
I can feel your eyes upon
me
as i lie in bed
vainly trying to find sleep.
I know you are behind me
when I am in a crowd
watching my every move.
You wait by the corner
when I turn into the drive.
I've seen your tracks in
the garden
adn I know you are nearby
always.
So many times I've nearly
caught you,
but you ran.
Coward.
Hiding, avoiding confrontation.
But one of these days
you'll be relaxed and not
aware.
That's when I'll catch you,
I'll capture your evil ways.
And I'll take you to the
shed
and lock you in.
I'll call the police to
come
and get you.
They'll lock you up and
throw away the key!
And then I'll be free!
I see you now......
I turn quickly and look
into your eyes-
startled.
You freeze and I see who
you are.
I recognize your face.
I weep
knowing I cannot turn you
in,
for you are too precious
to me.
I need you here by me,
even if it means torment.
To let you go would mean
more pain.
So I reach out
and take your hand
and draw you near in an
accepting embrace.
No one knows
or has seen you,
for you are mine alone,
you are my grief.
Editor's
Note:
Stephanie is a prolific
poet who has been kind enough
to share her work
with all of us on the KotaPress
Yahoo Discussion Group.
I wanted to thank her again
for letting me share some
of that work here in the
Loss Journal, too!
