chase

poem no. 10

behind you,

never beside you.

following, reaching,

i never get a hold.

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you weave through the crowd,

like a leaf on the river -

pulled away from the bank.

i’d dive in to reach you.

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you’re like a bubble in the waters,

and i the weeds -

tied to the sands,

i’ll watch you leave.

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you fly like a bird,

whose goal is the skies.

you won’t look down,

you won’t meet my eyes.

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i’ll pull back the curtain,

to find that you’re not there.

but i hear your voice,

laughter echoes up the stairs.

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two steps behind -

i’ll chase and i’ll chase.

but you can’t be confined

by the cage of my pace.

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just look over your shoulder,

i beg and i beg.

“go slower,

let me walk alongside.”

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and when you hear my voice over the breeze,

begging, “please,

tell me how to

be there with you.”

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you tell me i’m doing it wrong.

that you need me to be more -

that i’m never there for you,

or that i replaced you someone who’s sure.

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because, no longer do i need to run

faster than the breeze to be seen.

i have someone who will walk beside me.

who will sit with me and dream.

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in the stillness of our breath,

the wind comes back to me.

whispering in my ear,

that it did care.

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that despite having the whole word,

it was alone.

that without me behind it,

nobody knew just how fast it could go.

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it tells me how i was the tides

that moulded the breeze.

i was the river that kept the leaves afloat,

and the lazy clouds that they teased.

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the birds chirp,

they tell me that my home was never the chase,

but then, why am I so tired?

my heart never found its place?

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