Once upon another life, when I was free I saw you,
You saw me.
Incarceration; a grown man but a child inside, feckless reckless.
Keeping secrets, he made his way
In the world,
Yet he curled from the past,
And the shadow cast
Always there.
Stealth conjures hidden and silent thoughts.
Cat like he walks,
No sound of tread.
He stalks, on a mission,
No permission.
None needed, he had a purpose,
To see what could be taken
And shake them from themselves.
And so cat walks on in stealth
No sound of tread. He stalks. On a mission.
