THE FOLLOWER
I don't mind that you follow me through the night. You actually make me feel a little more safe than I would otherwise, without you watching over me. Sometimes I can feel you all around me, but usually I just catch a glimpse of you reflected in a passing window, a sheet of ice, or even the large mirror in my bedroom.
On some nights, it is just your smile, a small crescent that peers out at me through the night. I catch a glimpse of it smiling at me from the window of the pub, or the convenience store where I stop for coffee on the way home.
At other times, I see your full pale face beaming at me from behind the treeline, a warm and welcoming presence in the night. Knowing that you are there almost lights my way home. At the very least, it provides me with a sense of security when I see a group of rowdy drunks approaching up the sidewalk.
Even when I am at home, safe in the comfort of my own sanctuary, I don't find it creepy or comfortable knowing that you are out there, waiting. Sometimes I will even leave the curtains parted so I can watch your face slowly drifting across the school playground across the street.
I like knowing that you are out there. I like knowing that you are watching over me, that you are out there in the night making sure that I am safe.
I like knowing that you will be there for me in my darkest hour ensuring that my way home is illuminated. You are great that way.
