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 – a fast and fluid gesture that I just cannot follow – back into the darkness – always at a tangent – wherever 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.