Lady In Black

Oh, why? Why do you come into my place of work? Almost every night I see you, but you never see me. You come in many shapes and shades but always donning the same casual layers of black. Black shirt sweetly tucked into the form fitting black slacks, black belt ever so seductively wrapped around the waist. You intrigue me the way you seem to effortlessly float around the place, the building conforms to your every movement, like the ocean reaching out only to caress the shore as often and shyly as possible. The one enigmatic thing I would love to ask you, or maybe ask the universe, is why I never see you leave. You come in like a crook only to escape unseen, nothing out of its place, only specific items that were there just for you to take. Items I had no clue were even there, so their disappearance has no effect on me. I only catch a glimpse of you as you enter through the corner of my eye, like a mystic, an enigmatic creature spoken of throughout time but never proven to exist. Why? Why do you come into my place of work?