There is a man
whom I do not know.
He watches me in the
spare time of his day span.

This man is always dressed the same.
Black fedora hat  and the collar up
on his trench coat to cover up
the lack of light in his frame.

I first noticed him though,
along a fence early one morning.
As we stared at each other
through my bedroom window;

we spoke not a word.
We just stared.
I decided he was marking my soul.
I became perturbed.

I have always been to afraid to approach.
For his presence rattles my bones.
I know that as time passes
it is my essence he will poach.

I saw him a second time
on a midnight stroll.
He was at every street corner
while I engorged on tequila and lime.

I let him go about his day.
As he does mine.
For the day we will meet
It shall not be as hunter and prey.