I’m not following you. Honest. Promise.
It’s mere coincidence. I just happen
to be there whenever you look round.
And you always look right at me. Maybe
it’s you who’s doing the following.
Because I’m certainly not following you.
I’ve got no interest in wherever you go.
The inside of your house is so very dull.
And your route to work bores me silly.
What’s so extra-special about you?
I’m not following you. Not anymore.
It’s not me, it’s you. Still, you enjoyed
our moment. Friends’ swallowed gulps
when you revealed you’d got a Stalker!
Following the co-dependent is a turn off.