Voyeur

Unsmiling face withdraws into darkness
At the edge of the sad window
Torn shade hangs askew
Torn soul vanishes into darkness

I look again and the room comes into focus
A man sits on a chair across from me
His cigarette weaves a pattern from hand to lip, red
Glow moving slow as death in the smoky room

On the bed behind him sits a woman
She is looking at his back
He ignores her
His attention is directed to the world outside

I suddenly realize I am watching
A man watching me through my own torn shade
Shrinking back into my room
I flatten myself against the dead wall

I sink into cold oblivion as
The shadow man rises
Stubs his cigarette out on the window sill
And turns toward the bed

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