Haven't we been here before?
in this exact same situation.
I chase you; Streets. Tunnel vision.
You resist because
it helps your ego.
I feel as though I had a soul mate
and I forgot them.
Whoever it is, I miss our
fun times;
adventures,
projects,
enthusiasms,
unexpected visits,
a sense of possibility in every moment,
as though we could cross oceans.
“Have a ride if you like
on my scooter”
With one foot
placed firm on
the scooter
the other
pushed away
the hard ground.
Saying yes was always her.
That was her thing.
And I used to laugh
because it was so
pleasing.
Because I liked it.
I didn’t need an answer
but I asked her why
once.
She said she didn't know.
It was just something
she did.
That scooter
and I have something
in common.
We travel too fast.
Too fast to fall in love.
The head over
heels type love.
Except with her.
