Stalker

I only decided to stay one night.
I just looked up a number.
An address that has become unlisted.
A question for my imagination.
I had good intentions.
I felt a flavor of the town,
and saw that it is smaller than I thought.
My footsteps make ripples through the halls.
My seat in the office bends the universe into odd angles,
making pieces of it uncomfortable.
My friendship lies heavy on his head,
turning it so he no longer sees me,
but sees fear and not love.

I am nothing to fear.
I am not a stalker.
I am gone.