Stalker
you followed closely behind me
out the corner of my eyes
I could only see your shadow looming
I clutched my books closer to my vest
losing a button at the light dashing
through the alley the sign read kennedy
my heart panting my penny loafer's
splashed about tainted oil spills
from auto mechanics mesh
dantily I walked backwards
backing into the irish stone building
reeking of fear I let out an infamous
sigh catering to my path
looking over my shoulder glancing
through my dark rimmed glasses
dropping my pencil I scurried off
in spite your awkward gestures
to take a peek at my drawings
suddenly i remembered you
when my pedal broke
while riding my mongoose
from thee oxford exchange
settling inside the soft nook
of pastel fabrics from Pakistan
anxious I was eagar to make it home
away from your froward eyes
wondering what could you want
dropping my notebook just in time
for a fire drill at st Theresa
school of arts dazzled I was
when father arrived holding
his lantern exposing your
dark expression so cleaverly
portrayed your blackness in snow
finally revealing the face of a crow
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2014
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