May 25, 2012


I see her coming
from a long way off,
a speck on the horizon
beneath a cone of dust.
I'm sure she sees me, too,
looking much the same.
Long ago, when I
was young, we agreed
to play this game,
we both know
what to do.
Now it's her turn
to follow me, as I
have followed back,
she draws closer
in the dark, to take
me by surprise. But
she knows I'm ever
watchful, hear her
every sigh.
We meet again,
under the morning sun,
I have become her shadow,
and so must follow then,
get used to her new
disguise. She says
we must go right now,
and will not compromise.