Unkempt Poetry

4-17-15

I try
to walk away
so slowly,
looking back
every step or so.
And each time
I'm painfully reassured
that you aren't following.

I kinda
thought that
you would
in the way
that
half-hoping
and acting on fantasies
often works.

And
you lead me on
by chasing
a bit before.
A few steps
to help me study
Asking if
I was okay
and
telling me to talk
to you
was basically
shouting my name,
plea to come back to you
And
you would
even pounce
after you would
interrupt
and
drag me back
until
I finished my story.

So
I wasn't without
the grounds to think
that
you would
run,
dash,
sprint,
until you
caught me,
out of breath

When,
in reality,
you haven't even
noticed
that I'm gone
at all.