I’m the guy whose hand is on your girlfriend’s shoulder
In that one picture on her Facebook page
It is not due to carelessness or lack of skill on her part
That my hand escaped her iPhoto cropping tool
Just as it is neither by mistake nor by mere coincidence
That I dwell in the darkest corners of her mind
Lurking like a rouge alley cat
Eyes gleaming wildly in the twilight
Watching — always watching
As you lay next to her at night.

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