every night

you would stand

in my open closet

staring at me

as i laid in bed.

some nights,

i would call out

to my parents.

but they never

saw you.

some nights,

i would hide under

my blankets.

but I knew

you were still staring

from my closet.

some nights,

I would cry.

and for a

split second,

I could see a

change in your

expression.