You walked away from me,
but I wouldn't move.
Never one to stop,
every footstep took you
further from my grasp.
From my sight I couldn't see,
but I could smell your perfume
in the wind.
You said that if I wanted you,
that Id have to follow.
But I kept my ground,
I waited
as day and night fell.
You kept on walking but I stayed still.
When the moon rose and sank
solemnly that final time.
I turned around and you
where there behind me,
tears in eyes you said that you walked
to find me.
But I hadn't taken a step,
for if we were meant to be
no matter the footsteps.
If you stand in the same place
that person will eventually walk back to you.
