Do you leave when I enter the room
Or when I turn on the light - do you disappear with the gloom
Do I see you out the corner of my eye walking by
Or when it is dark do I see you in the window reflection and not the sky
Why do you have to be so secret in what you do
Or is it part of your mystery to all the world too?
© Paul Warren Poetry
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