What we do in the shadows

It’s a weird thing

Getting away with

And I realize I like it

Just being right around the corner

The problem is maybe

That I’ve become addicted to being alone

Watching is such a safe place

Hiding

And somehow that’s another part of my brain

I’ve said for a while now I want all of the parts of me at the dinner table

The council of me for the counsel of me

What of the one climbing trellis in the night

Does he get a shadow meeting

A passing of ships, of notes

Can I make him sit down and stay awhile?

Allure him to participate?

His purview the unknown, the untrekked

The moment his adventures become accepted, his value becomes lost

Come home weary stranger and rest awhile, we won’t soothe you too much, and we ask no questions of your wayward soul

You are welcome at our hearth until your feet begin to thaw, and then let you be on your way

We don’t need to know your story, and we will not quench your spirit

But you don’t fool us from the shadows, peering in

We will leave a place at the table for you

And if you must, devour in secret when we’ve gone to bed,

It belongs to you