Stalker

My smile wears the illusion of accomplishment as my heart dies again. Another snap that raps upon, another twinge that strikes my eyes with crackling clarity. Through this muddled mind and stony face I apologise in silence. I am lurking in the shadows, chewing stale air and waiting for the seconds to part. I watch the clock. I mingle with the thunderstorms of gloom that run from wall to wall, dribbling acidic thoughts. I catch a glance and quickly bottle it in the archives of the brain. I will look at it later, taking it out to adore again and again. Same time tomorrow.