I want a Watcher to watch who is watching me.

A cloak, a shadow,
To follow
My every step;
To linger into backgrounds and absorb
Into curtains
And damp bed sheets,
Where I have gazed,
Been hindered,
And slept.

To lurk
And creep
And twine ‘round
My hollows
And havens
And hearths.

I want a Watcher,
Who goes where I go,
Knows what I
Don’t
Know;
I want a Watcher who’s silent,
And patient,
And unbeknownst,
And darkly.

I want a Watcher,
Who sees
What I
Don’t see.

I want a Watcher,
Who quietly,
Secretly,
Watches over

Me.