Poem: Night Watch.
Night Watch.
.
Youv’e been
Watching me.
I know that
You’re doing it.
I’ve seen you
Watching me
In the shadows
Of your lonely room.
Why don’t
You call me.
Why don’t you
Speak to me
On the train.
Well, now I’ve
Lifted my blinds
And I see you there.
.
.
