much as I do
only it has a name
I alas do not
watching from the street
I see you dress
hear your soft feet
caress the dew strewn earth
watch your back
weave amongst people
who don't know you exist
but I hold this knowledge
close as my own blood
for it is you I love
sitting two rows behind you
in church as you pray
shopping for cereal
always two aisles away
it is the distance I keep
that makes this love sacred
a rare commodity in a world
of disposable relationships
I am your shadow, your ghost
in those quiet moments
when you think I am not there
that's when I am with you the most
© shaun patrick green 2012
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