De Nada

 She thinks I'm stalking her...
That I hacked her...
That I'm watching her
Every move...
But I don't have to...
My friends,
And some of her "friends", too,
To be honest,
Do that for me
(The stalking, not the hacking -
There was no hacking...)
Without even asking,
I get to see her life
In screenshots via PM...
And it's not a very complex puzzle...
She talks about who
She's been with,
And when,
On her wall,
Thinking that she's speaking
In poetic code...
But her "code" is childlike and transparent...
Like Hansel and Gretel lost in the woods,
She leaves a wide trail of breadcrumbs
In her wake...
How do I know
The things that I know,
She might ask.
How did I seem to know this event,
And when it happened, 
Or this person's specific name?
Well, my dear...
Aside from blind luck 
And educated guesses,
A lot of it is because 
I know you.
I know your habits.
I know your patterns.
I've been studying you intently
For about 8 years of our entanglement...
Every word, every action, every text,
Every message...
Every breath you took...
Every move you made...
I could easily tell you
What you're going to do next.
Even who it might be with.
I don't have to see your wall.
I don't have to really
See what you post.
It's a gift and it's a curse.
Like the cyclops
Who sees the future,
But only sees how and when
He will die...
I try to see what is, though,
Rather than what could be...
It's easier to sculpt a scenario
When you are familiar
With the base material,
The "now" stacked on top of the "was"...
It's easier to solve a crime
When you actually have all the facts...