While everything dissolves in a blur
and everyone else is in a hurry,
between the fast and slow footsteps on the street,
yours just feel like water—
flowing across minds in one step,
through sands of time in two.
Maybe they will find you cold and bland,
but have they ever felt cold water on a sizzling day?
And maybe,
maybe I've swum in calmer waters,
walked at a slower pace with many.
But no one has ever swung my hand along a busy pedestrian street,
or swayed me as gently
as you did.