
I know what color your car is
I memorized the license plate number
My eyes follow you unbidden
I know your wife’s name,
I know where she works
I know where you work
I don’t feel anything anymore when I look at you
Is this just out of habit now?
I used to know where you live,
I hope it’s the same place
A light just came on upstairs,
Is that your bedroom?
Are you getting ready for bed?
Are you getting ready to fuck her?
Are you going to make another baby?
Not with me?
Never with me.
You look right through me,
It’s easier for me that way,
You never saw me before,
So, you won’t see me now.
About the Creator
Amanda Lyons
Eclectic stream of consciousness and dark surrealism. What photography does for life I do for thought, emotions, and experiences. The genres can range from romance to horror but my favorite is suspense.



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