A few steps ahead,
you didn’t wait for me none.
I, like you
was heading to the finish line.
you were but too eager
to go.
Perhaps the sun in you had set,
perhaps you were looking for it
with your eyes closed,
inside your head.
Ninety-four seconds, left high and dry
I wondered,
as you wandered
on to the beginning
of the end.
Leaving your all like the shoes left behind;
standing at where you were,
I could catch up
No longer.
Are you at the end?
Or have you found yourself
out on an open road
once more?