Sometimes when I’m walking late at night, I notice someone parked in a parking lot of a closed business…

Their car/truck still running and the headlights on. Sometimes they are already there at the time when I begin to notice. Other times I’ve seen them pull in just as I’m beginning to approach. It’s not always the same business either.

I often imagine you’re here and it’s you, watching after and keeping an eye out for me… I know logically it’s not you, but I can’t help but let my mind wander in the thought.