The Watcher

I etched your name in candle smoke, On walls you thought were yours alone. Behind your glass, behind your breath, I carved my place into your home. A flicker in the hallway light — A page disturbed, a pen misplaced — you call it fear, I call it fate, A game of love you've yet to face. Your shadow dance in my eyes, A fragile flame I guard like sin, You run, you hide, you scream my name — And still, you let me in.