by Jessica Kraker
When we walk, our paces match and I can tell
it pleases you.
I change my stride and disrupt our rhythm.
you.
you’re a problem for me
too good, too sweet for me to digest.
I’m stuck with you on a platform as our trains pull in
you turn to wave good bye as your doors slide
shut.
polite and pleasant and gentle
but my train is pulling out and I am on it.
Don’t look back, don’t be held back
not by me
I am trying to let you leave me.
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