Invisible Man (2)

To find you not there
I come home daily,
make food you won't share.

A question mark curves
in the bed where you're not.
When it's dark

I shut my eyes
and open your face,
my covert accomplice.

Somewhere
on the edge of someone's stair
you're imminent.

Helena Nelson

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