He
Does not belong.
Look at him, a sore thumb
All a-weaving and a-way-wending.
I see you,
Blackened, star-struck and solitary
The lonely man, the lost.
I see into you,
I, the curtain twitcher;
I, the looker through keyholes,
And into souls
Show me your dark corners and intrigue
And I will gossip you today.
NOTE. I dislike nosy people, especially those that come to conclusions and gossip and lie about people. Mrs Pemberton is a character from the 'One for the Road' series I am writing.
