Biding my time

The Hunted

To have you, I have reached for the horizon
and stretched my limbs as far as they can go.
You are always a moment's touch from my grasp
and glide gracefully away when I try to connect,
just out of reach with a soft face of contemplation
to haunt my every stumbling, mouth full of dirt.

This tireless effort is a task for Sisyphus
and I will bear his mantle proudly with a grimace.
Endless inches will not stop or detour me
and the endless infinite void of space
is our playground for this endeavor.

Oh, how this same misery must have tortured you so
as I stomped carelessly away from your embrace
looking foolhardily toward an opposite horizon.
With the same falls scuffing your knees
I can only imagine the stamina it took
for you to place your faith in a passing glance.

But now I want to reach you at the ever and with every how.
Even if they were pulled on the rack by two Clydesdales
in spite of pain my arms will still continue to extend toward you,
if only to place my hands close enough to feel your heat.

I will not relent and I will return this foolish notion
for the chance that we can both stop our sidestepping
long enough to make this a two sided chase.