You are always there

He is always there – in the shadows of my life.

There –¬† in the wings – I dance but he has already gone. So quick.

He moves into the lights and across me somehow Рa fast and fluid gesture that I just cannot follow Рback into the darkness Рalways at a tangent Рwherever I focus he is somewhere else.

He is a dancer.

He can move.

He is seeking something, or someone. Yes – it is someone – it is her.

I am following him. Every day I try so hard. I chase him down.

Again and again and again. He just laughs.

Please – let me catch him. Just once. I want to feel that I can move.

I want to feel that she loves being with me. And not him. Once.

Damn you.

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