The Stalker

She passed me at the market
where I sat there reading...
seemed innocent enough, 
she said nothing,
just smiled to let me know
she saw me.

Just to let me know
she saw me;
she didn't want to talk.
We were never even friends.
Certainly never lovers.

So, what did she want?

She was inside my home,
I discovered,
just recently.
There were just a few signs,
but enough
to let me know
she was there.

I suppose she imagines 
I am afraid.
Perhaps that's what she wants.

How many times
had she been nearby?
Watching? So close and unseen...
like a snake,
in the shadows,
outside my door
that I nearly step on?

What does she want?