POEM FOR A PSYCHOPATH

dearest darling psychonarc
i'm so forlorn, now we're apart

i miss the way you used to gloat
and wrap your hands around my throat

i miss the way you used to smirk
i miss the way you used to lurk

i miss the way we never talked
and now alas, i'm being stalked.

why do you call me and not speak
is it heartache makes you meek?

is that you dear, coming nearer
when i glance into my rear view mirror?

as you watch me from afar
are you making plans to steal THE car?

if you plan for us to meet again
where can they find your next of kin....