stalker

I scrawled across your mirror in black eye-liner.
It was a wonderful surprise for you to find late at
Night, when you got home from your new date.

‘I told you that shirt would look good on you.’

Probably not as surprising as the piece of paper,
Pinned to the back of your bathroom door to talk
To you before you went back to our bedroom.

‘The tie was too much for a first date, though.’

There was a flutter of rage and panic intertwined
As you groped around in your pocket for the key
That you felt sure I had given back to you earlier.

‘Sleep tight.’

I wrote in red lipstick on your sheets.