Sometimes I dream about you, but
it's not like you would
think

I'm standing in a public
place and
in,
I watch you
slink

And it just sort of happens,
like I've never
been aware

that you could step into a
space
and maybe
find me
there

and I keep running
from you, but
your face is all
I see

Every street and corner's like
you're coming
after
me

Sometimes, I dream about you,
and I always
meet your
stare

before we vanish
like a ghost - I
wish
I weren't so
scared