Hold it.

Oh no.
Wait. Wait.
You're off.
And I'm not.
I'm here.
Wait.
Hold it.
Can't go that fast.
You know I never could.
You've always made fun of just that.
But short legs- they do that to you.
Unfair.
Don't .
Please.
How am I supposed to catch you ?
You're already a matchstick with legs
And shrinking fast.
Oh God.
Can't breathe.
Yes, yes, I know that.
I'm unfit.
Laugh it up.
Very funny.
Laugh all you want.
As long as you stop to do it.
You won't, will you ?
I think I knew you wouldn't.
I knew it.
That you'd just go off.
Veering in another direction.
I'm just headed straight on.
So where are you going ?
Yor probably can't even hear me.
I don't know why I'm still yelling.
Hoping you can hear.
More wishing you could, really.
I know you can't.
Not the long-gone speck, of course not.
I'll keep looking at where you disappeared.
And I'll wonder where you went.
And why you didn't wait.
And why you didn't hear.
I'll wonder,
As I jog off my own way.
Not trying to catch up
Because I don't want to.
I never did, I think.
And I never would, even if I could.
And that's alright.