Idly, i said i wanted my heart broken so i could lose weight through depression

Endless track.
Am I behind
or in front?

The pursuit
tightens
I feel the air
stirred

I can hear footsteps
I can feel
the warmth
of
possibility

I was not sure
if I was following you
or now
you me

and what it all meant.

Joy can be found
in knowing
and even more so
sometimes
in not.