but I dont know where she goes.

She walks with me,
Down city streets and bright hallways.

But never in the dark.
She won't walk with me down my street.

She hides in the cars that pass by
Watching.
She is always watching.

Even though I've studied her face so thoroughly,
She never looks away from my eyes.

I think she might love me.

Because when I cry, she cries,
And she doesn't stop until I do.