I shall come to you when night falls. Even under the yellow streetlights outside your window, no one will see me. Even in the snow that silences the city, I will leave no footprints. Nor bars nor locks will stop me; I will slip beneath the door like a lover's note, drift through the air like dust.
When you fold away your clothes at the end of another day, I shall be watching from your mirror; in the darkness after the lights are out and the curtains drawn I will watch you fold back the sheets and commit yourself to Hypnos. And when you are asleep, I shall slip between your sheets and join my body and my dreams with yours.
But when the sky lightens behind the city-glow and the streetlights go out, I will leave the warmth of your bed and smooth down the pillows, and before the sun rises over the wall of skyscrapers I will flee back into the cold darkness.
Will you remember me?