Phantoms

You don't know me.
A stranger peering through
your blinds at night.
I see you rustle with
your blankets.
The blue diamond pattern
that never covers your
crooked toes.
The chill never wakes you,
but you struggle with it.
A mess of restless legs
that want to run.
I'd run with you...
but you don't know me.
Your hair loses its sheen
while stifled under pillows.
Breath becomes shallow
while I wait.
What's done is done
and the gravel road that
comes up from behind
will never settle us straight.
You don't know me.
I'm just some phantom
foaming at the mouth...
waiting.