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Stalker
From a third story view
I could see you
drive by
in your own life
tucked away from me.
Where are you going in such a hurry?
I'm sure life at that speed
must look blurry
and your family and friends
flow in and out like a flurry.
Would we meet,
what secrets would we keep
from each other?
I could hold your hand
but our hearts would still
slip like sand
through our open fingers.
From a third story view
I watched you
through green limbs
and red eyes
we both waved our
nonwaving goodbyes
