Monday, September 7, 2009


Like a shadow,
Like the devil in the dark
She is there.
She knows his every move
She knows his thoughts.
Reads his mind before he speaks
Knows the right things to say
When to say them.
When he is alone
She is his companion,
His best friend
When he seems to have none.
Acts like his woman,
Lover and best friend.
Like a hyena
Having eaten to its fill
She retreats into the shadows.

©thelma migue, 2009

1 comment:

  1. Yt: I luv this stalker poem, its static... Bravo!