the guy i see everywhere

so there's this guy. he's tall, wears vagrant reminiscent clothing, has brown midlength dredlocks, smokes, and wanders. and i see him everywhere.

and not just while walking to class, where i may see the same people every other day, but also when i happen to be going somewhere at an odd hour of the day to an odd location.

perhaps to the library at six thirty, or to the science building early, or maybe just on my way back from being late at the photo lab. i always happen to run into him. and this has happened such an inordinate amount that i have been unable to write it off as being coincidental. now, i write it off as being preordained.

sometimes, when i come upon him, i want to walk up to his face and say: gosh! i see you everywhere! but since he smokes, i have no desire to be surrounded by the toxic haze, even if its coming from his lips (or through his nostrils).

instead, i neglect making straight eye contact and go on my way, pretending i did not just see
the guy i see
everywhere.