i walk.

but today, i saw your bike,
overtaking my steps.

you looked behind,
i looked down.

i don't know why though,
was i ashamed, scared, embarrassed? i was all.

i looked back up,
you spit in the grass,
and nearly fell off your bike

damn that was funny. but i never saw you again in the same path.

i still walk. i think i'm waiting for you to come again.