Ride Home Poetry No. 4

He looked
Not once nor trice
And I saw me in his eyes

He walked,
Not fast nor slow
But faster than mine

I gazed
He did not
He just looked back

I chased him
I then got close
I then walked past
But he didn't chase me back

I walked
Faster than him
He didn't keep up

I climbed
A long flight above
He just kept walking

I stopped
I caught my breath
I enter
The train starts to run

I think
Of how it would have been
If he only knew me
And tried to love me back

Or maybe just tried
To catch up