My Poetry, My Life

Slow

I slow down when I pass your house
every single time I drive by
in hopes that you would be outside
and catch a glimpse of me
driving by in my car.
but every time, you're never outside
and I lose hope of you
seeing me
as who I am now.
that's why I don't slow down anymore.
the numbers creep up higher on my speedometer as I pass by your house
but as I speed down the road
I notice a figure outside.
and it's you.
but now it's too late to stop.
-BE