Walking Slowly, Written 10/10/13

Walking Slowly, Written 10/10/13

Simply thinking of you

Puts my mind and heart in fast forward

which forces me to remember

the most important lesson you've taught me.

You don't like being called short,
Yet I'm not sure it's just me being tall,
so we'll just say, there's a big difference in what eye level means between the two of us.

You noticed this difference walking home, when you said
“this is slow for you, isn't it?”

And as I agreed,
you point out “well, this is fast for me.”

and my curiosity turned to wonder

as you pulled me back to a stroll

with swinging arms

and showed me a way to walk:

As if driving through the scenic route.

We hold a formidable arsenal of favourites and secrets
stockpiled in barely a week

yet you still only tease my fingers and mind

and we both find far more pleasure in kissing slower.

My pace used to quicken when my mind found itself in thought

trying desperately to stay ahead in a race with the past

with a rabid dog biting at my heels

not only trying to stay ahead,

but running away

as if trying to leave it behind.

Now, as I turn around after walking you home

and feel a biting rush of cold in your absence.

So I slow my pace

I shorten my steps

And calm my thoughts.

I have nothing to run from

only tomorrow to run to
and only you to walk with.