I Was, I AmIf you had been sitting near me then,
We would have talked and
I would have reached out and
We would have met.
We would have really met.
My eyes wide open,
I could have listened to you, and
I could have spoken
But you have to come now,
Too late to keep up with my rising tempo and
Too late to meet the real me because
I go faster and
You are a blur that
I am missing out on and as
I miss many moments and
I skip steps and
I slip as I go so that
Since I have to
Retrace my steps so much the
Faster I go the
(now if you sit near me,
really you are far away, and
i think i might be lost somewhere else?)
(because my eyes are kind of shut.
the only thing i feel now is the cooled coffee in my hands.)
(i think i may possibly have shrunk.
i am definitely smaller.)
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