i found You on an empty street. You were smoking Your last cigarette. I asked for a drag. You asked me to follow You. You started walking, slowly at first. And we walked for miles. And miles. And soon, I started walking a lot more slowly. And then almost to a complete stop. I sat down for a few minutes or years. Six months, days, moments—slow dancing with my own limp body. Sitting still, back against bricks. Facing bricks. Brick walls. I would have bet You’d still be walking. I lost interest. But I could still hear You. Hear Your whisper, slow and faint. Asking me to follow. And the further away, the louder. It rang in my ears, boomerang faith. But I still ignored. Mostly, my head beat. But maybe the sun took part. Continuing, choosing this. I choose this. It was only on that one evening, unglued eyelids. I looked up. Blurry. But It made sense. So, it turns out
All of this time, You had been walking towards me.
Our souls caught fire.