Phenomenology of my Fears

If this is but a study of the appearance
of things or the way consciousness
has structured the experience of things, 
then this is the room in which a locket
has gone missing. This is a pillowcase
into which the thieves stuffed silver
and small electronics before climbing
out of the window and into the rain. I closed 
my eyes and pretended to be asleep while 
they rifled one last time through the drawers. 
That was long ago, but when it comes back
it still feels real. Moonlight passes through
the blinds, touching as if it could take.
I watch the windows while you sleep.