I can feel you moving in darkness behind me, silent and unseen. Your footsteps make no noise, your breath too shallow to catch as it draws in smoky shadows. You pass by and say nothing; you pass by and I am silent. I pretend I do not know you are there. I pretend I do not know you are choosing to remain silent before me. I am not blind in darkness. I am not deaf in silence. But I can choose to let you see me as such. You move in darkness behind me, but I do know you are there. Oh, I absolutely do.