The Stalker

You don’t know- But I am still around. Whirl around – but You wouldn’t see me- yet. Walk on, in blinding light Or in comforting dark – But – listen! My footfalls Crushing the fallen leaves. You don’t feel- But smell – the breeze The flowers carrying My sweat pungent. Sing on, gay, heart light Let hair swirl over your face But - listen! My voice Rising over the winds. From behind the fluttering curtains Behind the creaking doors Behind the Banyan tree From behind the multitude – I watch you. The shadow at your heels – Look close – it needn’t be you. In the crowd, breathing down your neck I breathe in the fragrance that you are. Unseen, unheard, unfelt Not even a fleeting glimpse Not even a faded footprint Not even a forgotten song. In my little shell The only light: bright memories; The only sight: yellowed images; The only sound: silenced waves. I watch – and wait.