Standing quiet on a midnight sidewalk in a butter warm pool of light I found you stopping on your way to somewhere else I moved to enter your circle You hugged yourself closed and turned You walked holding eyes steady away Streetlight trickled on your shoulders as you walked ever forward and on Never wondering that the light stayed on you You were always leaving, never gone As I tried to follow I understood this: In reaching I had simply receded And this such perfect irony! You, walking away, never moved I, pursuing, fell away and faded into the dark
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