Practicing magical thinking:
A frog jumps onto the path as I am walking home, just as a someone I shouldn’t be thinking about jumps into my mind.
We look at each other for a second. My existence looms over his. He sees this.
The frog leaps into the bushes. Gone. Just as the someone I shouldn’t be thinking about leaps from my mind. Gone. The frog is the thought. The person. Good riddance. Good night.