The Double-Crosser

One day, while lost on a trail
in deep, dark woods, I met my Double
and his cross, and they were heading back
to the place
from where I had come.

Where are you going, I asked him,

and he shook his head, then thrust out his cross,
which I was reluctant to take,
but he stuck it in my face,
so I took it and walked on,
with my Double
following closely
behind.