Catch

"Let me catch up to you",

says the boy with the poem in his lips and the flowers in his hands.

"If I slow down I'll never catch you",

says the girl with the music in her feet and the kisses in her eyes.

And so we run,

from you to me and me to you,

right until our very lives are through.

Always,

Forgetting the most important thing

(what lies within?)

and leaving it all in between.