I guess it’s something that’s outside of my control.
Someone has always noticed.
Now, my influence is all over the place.
It’s hardly immediate.
Things resurface from long ago,
So long that I forgot about many of the things that I’ve done.
Who I’ve touched,
What I’ve said,
How I appeared,
It’s a mystery to even me.
The different versions of me that conjured in those moments,
I’m not sure which one each has resonated with.
Or if they’d recognize that one right now.