You’ve heard the expression, “Everywhere you go, there you are.” Well, I’ve got a variation for you.
“Everywhere I go, there you are.”
Frankly, I’m getting tired of it. At first I thought it was just me. You know, how you see a familiar face in a crowd, only to look again and it’s not who you thought at all and the resemblance is only passing. Thing is, it was clearly your face.
It happened infrequently at first, then with increasing regularity, to the point where it was unsettling. And I don’t get unsettled easily. But you already know that.
I tried catching up to you once, to confront you, but by the time I got to you, you were gone.
And then things got really strange.
I had a day recently where I saw you, through a glass storefront, then glanced to the side and saw you again, across the street. Moments later, I saw you twice, walking side by side, holding hands with yourself, having a conversation.
Has the world gone crazy, or have I? All I know is this:
Everywhere I go now, there you are.
