Poem: Your back is turned on me

Your back-side always had it’s appeal
I liked to watch your comely shape
Melt into the shadows;
I liked the juicing of adrenaline,
As I chased you into the dark
The rush, as I closed in on you
I was your junkie
I wouldn’t go to sleep until you made me high.

Though I decried your hide and seek games
I was hooked on following
Lately it’s gotten quite hard
I’m getting old or tired, I think it is both
You are on the fast lane
And your back is turned on me again
It is beginning to hurt too much
To keep up with your game
Perhaps I should let you go
Perhaps I am not your type
But whenever your back is turned on me
It’s just as hard to let you walk.

©2010, Poem by Tee Akindele