He sees him...

The man outside your window

dressed in black, watches

from a distance and pulls

his head back

when you walk by to look

because you feel your hairs

stand on end, at attention

from the eyes upon you

not once or twice

but many times have you felt this

from the man outside your window

the sense that he is there

There to hurt you

in ways you wouldn't, 

couldn't imagine

Yet imagine you do

For you do not remember

putting on your black pants

and your black sweater

to go with your black mask

And when you glimpse the truth

you do not see the man outside 

your window in the mirror

He sees him...