II

The man in the alley
well he wrote me more than once that night.
He stood hunched in the rain
every time I gathered strength to look out to him.
His slight figure dripping, but he waited ever calm for my response.
The man in the alley
with each passing night creeps closer to my window.
Imperceptible to all but me;
I wonder if he is there at all.
His cloaked visage used to only show itself when I was alone.

Reviews

[Serene Star]

Makes you think if this person ever existed
I see in this piece all those people that float in your life
Adding/removing nothing

Just a shadow passing by
Good Write