Walk with me.
Talk with me.
Help me smile
Your always in such a hurry,
Waving as you pass in sudden glimpses,
Like a ghost I catch from the corner of my eye.
Then, just as suddenly, you disappear.
Once, you did not walk so fast.
When you were old - arthritic.
But now, in youth, your stride is purposeful,
Your movements fluid - flowing - distant.
I remain alone.
I strain with every movement
Conversing with imaginations