You're here. You're not here. Where are you? Slithering between the trees, and creeping in the darkness. Crawling along the walls, and hiding in the shadows. You disappear from my sight for a season, only to pop up in some cryptic disguise. You drop me like a red-hot piece of metal, only to hold out an unfamiliar gloved hand. You run away without shedding one single tear, only to come calling with some phony name. Tiptoeing down the dark alleys, and slinking in the silence. Snaking through the thick grass, and wriggling around the corners. You're here. You're not here. Where are you?