shoes

and when I looked up
you were there
where you said you'd be
and that confused me
because it hadn't happened before
and the road stretched out for miles
with landmarks - clearly visible in the sun
and I stood there
wanting to run those miles
and only took a step
then another
fearing, every time, that I had taken one too many
one too large
one, two, three...
but you stepped too
and we stepped together
and I tried to drag my feet.
you would have let me, if I'd asked you
and I did - but then I ignored my own request,

I suddenly realize that this poem isn't very good.
it won't ever be good.
pity.
it's about us.
I want us to be better than this.