What I don’t understand, however,
Is why you thought I wouldn’t notice
Her shadows on the sheets
After you had been together,
You stalked my walls and found them wanting.
Then you, with exquisite ease,
Complicit I bade the watchmen wait,
For a signal of your purpose.
But you so carefully and quietly,
began picking and removing, unpacking and exposing,
unwinding and reclaiming all,
that you could posses.