Stalking
 
A detective off the track,
Desperate for a clue,
I followed you
In the cold dark streets
 
From park to park,
Station to station,
Carrying on our conversation
Behind your back;
 
You were loud with words
You did not know you'd spoken.
Now as night conducts you
To your secret destination,
 
My train of thought
Remains unbroken.
 
 
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