Further and further
sepia you telescope way
at a speed that seems regular,
like you are riding,
but you do not ride.
I see your legs are not moving.
Perhaps you are being bicycled?

Why are you trying to escape me?
What have I done?
You say nothing.
You look like you want us to connect
but you’re saying nothing
and I’m saying nothing.

Neither of us want to admit too much,
I guess.
Still afraid of being hurt, probably.
Maybe that’s why you’re running away
– or being run away
(Who would be taking you away?).

Who would be taking you away?