He knew not of my presence
He knew not of my memories
Or my hopes and dreams
I followed him into a store
He bought some music and a magazine.
He would never read it.
It was just for show
I followed him further down the street
Watching smiles as they met his lying eyes
So much has changed
I thought it was he, but it is my own wisdom growing
I followed him into an alley
There were no people around
Just a dog
He ignored it and walked past it
That says it all.
I decided to stop following and have never looked back.