Love, in my world
Inter-wound selves, you and me.
Interwoven moments, created WE.
Interpersonal lives encroached space,
heard ‘slow and steady wins the race’,
but interjections arose at every pace.
Intermittently, caught a pleasing smile,
interspersed among the many whines.
Intermission at first, the end at last.
“Don’t wait for me,” she said.
Internally I cried and waited a while
And then I walked to the tenth mile and faded away.