stalker

Gently he watches,
Keeping him within his gaze,
Afraid he might go away,
Even as time pases.
Gently he watches.

As he walks home,
He is unaware of the the eyes
Following his every move,
Never out of site,
Maybe he has something to prove.

The next day at school
He catches a glimple,
A suggestion latches on
But he is still unsure.
So he decides to wait and watch
Just as the other does.

It can no longer be called a hobby
It's now something more.
An obsession would be adequate
Both of them are sure.
As one watches the other',
And the other does the same,
They both found it hard to look away