It's There

Feel it behind you. A creak on the floor.

Although not seen in shadows,

You know.

It reaches to touch your shoulder,

And lingers, watches, and waits in the corner.

It sings to you during tense sleep.

You just don’t hear a single night sound.

But it loves you more than death.

It knows, just knows, you feel the same.

While it listens to you breathe.

It’s there.