Walking

When I walk, someone walks with me.
Behind the light. I see them in the distance.
One second they are there, then the light blinds them and they are gone.
But once the light disappears, they appear again.
Watching, following.
Who is this human, what do they want from me?
I don't know.
And they don't know me.
And I don't know them.
And they will never know me.

Watching their movements they could hurt me.
They must be bigger.
Stronger.
But who am I to say.
They are only there in darkness. Light is only a cover.
A cover for me too.

Am I the follower?