Chasing you a mile a minute, <br />you set me free, <br />I set you in it. <br />And on the bridge from you <br />to me, <br />We could have met in the <br />middle, <br />but you dissapoint me. <br />You went and took the <br />long way around, <br />and I stood at the edge, <br />with my eyes to the ground. <br />You took a vacation, you <br />went here and there, <br />and still I stood on the <br />edge of nowhere. <br />But then I gave up, and <br />you woke up, <br />and I walked the other way, <br />just as you came, <br />but I can't meet you no more, <br />because I don't feel the <br />same.<br /><br />Tina Sena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friday-morning-ramble/
