She passed me at the market
as I sat there reading...
seemed innocent enough,
she said nothing,
just smiled 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'm 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?
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