Scratching, creeping outwardly from the land beneath the bed.
She lays and sleeps and she tosses and turns.
Her feet curl up and she wriggles her toes.

Who is it that's there laying with her?
Nobody knows him,
For he is the invisible man.
He reaches up.
He's touching her hand.

Again and again.
He will not commit.
He knows that he loves her.
He will never admit.
She could make him happy.
If he gave her a chance.
But today is Thursday,
he's out on the town again.
Sporting a smile.
The invisible clown.
He doesn't want a lover, who can never see his face.
He's ashamed that she will never see his expressions.
Nor will they be felt.
She will never stroke his face, or kiss his cheek.
She can't find him.
A game of hide and seek.
No matter how hard she looks.
Aha, a bright idea.
A bag of flour at her side.
She flung it all around the space.
Wanted to see his funny face.

Atishoo, he sneezed.
Flour caused an allergy.
Respiratory arrest.
Mouth to mouth dutifully given.
At least she got a proper kiss.
He choked to death upon her floor.
At least she got to see his face.
A little too late!
(C) LIVVI