Hmm . . . I'd say that I haven't written anything in a while, but that's not true. I just haven't posted anything . . . in a long time. Whatever . . . anyway, here's a nice poem about stalking that freaked my friend Joe out. Please read and review.

You thought you could taste me
And then just toss me away
But I watch you, follow you,
Your reflection is no longer your own

The winter month is cold and pale
And I’m not as kind as you remember
I’m following you, watching you,
Don’t ask how you could have known

My eyes see your every move
Waiting so I may make my strike
I watched you, followed you,
Not to worry, you won’t be alone