well at least you know he's alive.

I saw you today.
I was driving and I did that thing where I notice a guy because he walks like you. You always had a distinctive stride.
It was just two little dots at first, but then one had this swagger. And suddenly, there you were, strolling down the sidewalk with one of your two friends, head down because your shoes are friendlier than the world. You had a new haircut but wore an old, familiar shirt.
Why were you here? Why did you leave in the first place?

Did you worry you'd see me here? Were you afraid that we'd cross paths? Did your dread shove you deeper into yourself?