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Like a mouse, I do come.

You never hear me crawl in beside you.

You never hear you bed squeak,

But I do come

And lie beside you.

Before you rise in the morning,

I am gone.

You never know when I leave.

Leaving too, is done quietly,

So as not to disturb you.

As you wake,

You feel a presence

Missing from your side.

A presence that was there

While you slept.

A presence that was I.

You leave your bed,

And forget the missing presence.

You exit the room,

As I watch from the closet

Knowing that tonight once again

I will come.