you have a stalker that leaves you poems every night and he stopped… because he got in a car crash that took him months to recover from. So when you went a week without any new poems you started reading them every night and crying yourself to sleep. One day he came back climbed through the window you always “forget” to lock, sees you asleep, moves a lock of hair out of your face not expecting to see any tears but he does.. Isaiah: in a whisper so he doesn’t wake you my sweet, darling girl.