Surrenderee

the noise at noon
can be heard
between our
distances

you walk too fast
and so i followed
the procession of
your footsteps

maybe it was i who
was too slow or maybe
it was you who was
walking too fast

and then i was thinking
things over between us
you are too fast for me
i decided to change
my direction looking
for the path who shall
embrace my slow steps

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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