I left work.
I was walking down the street towards the bookshop lounge I loved so much.
I could feel his presence,
He was following me.
I asked, “What are you doing?”
He said, “I’m waiting for you.”
I asked, “How long have you been waiting?”
He replied, “I have been walking in all your footsteps.”
I told him I was like a rainy day.
He said he liked the rain.
I let him in.
He saw the storms.
He only liked light showers.
And I was a hurricane.