I'd been scared of other stalkers.
Careful too.
I always looked in the back seat
Before I got into my car.
Daddy made sure I walked
With my keys in-between each finger.
Stalkers had tormented since school.
Most of them were innocent-obsessive.
Daddy scared them off.
But I knew he wasn't scared
When I read his reply to a note
Daddy left on his car.
A single word.
No.
I sensed something really bad;
More so than when I received the gutted fish.
Reading his defiance in one word.
Felt insanely bold.
Yeah, I knew then this time it was different.
But no one else believed;
And I didn't know what to do
But go along with their way of thinking.
They never thought.
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
~Bergman, Legrand
