Seen but not heard

It still affects me a month later. A coincidence of a man standing up to leave at the same time I do, sitting down near me. My heart cannot keep up with the lingering image of the man who follows in the reflections of the buildings. He’s everywhere. Pepper spray is the newest addition to my coat, but how much will it really matter? Those two females in the cafe while I panicked on the phone saying all the key words. I wish they would have helped instead of staring and walking away after hushed conversations. Everyone moves on. Yet I stand here alone.