You

You.

How do I know you?

Perhaps from another life?

Were we not together in the flow of time?

You.

You sidestepped.

Taking a break, you said.

But you never rejoined.

The others left.

I saw them leave.

And then I set looking for you.

Back along the same path.

I know you are looking for someone

Or perhaps something.

Surely not me?

I seek you nonetheless.

Your shadow flickers across a moonlit field.

Always one bend ahead of me.

It is this that I chase.

I am obsessed with the idea of your existence.

Therefore,

I

will

find

you.