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When I chase after you
it's like I'm on my red speedster bicycle
and you,
you are driving a car
and while some of the time
you are this dot
in the distance
most of the time
you are near enough
that I can make out the make
and model of the vehicle you drive
but the moments I live for
are when the sidewalk slopes down
and I see that early enough that I rush my legs forward
and around
over and over again
so that once I hit that downward slope
I can stop pedalling
and focus
on turning to the left
and seeing that for these few seconds
you and I
are right next to each other
and that is when you remind me
I was made in secret
and curiously woven
in the low places
I now speed towards
with you so near
that my reflection is made red and shiny
in the door of your car.