In the cool of night,
I hear you coming.
I know it's you
by the way your boots
pound on the hardwood floor.
I know it's you
by the silence
in between your footsteps
when my heart stops.
I know it's you
by the sour stench
of discomfort seeping
under my door.
I know it's you
because no matter where I hide,
you always find me.
In the cool of the night,
I hear you coming.
I know it's you.
It's always you.