When you walk
I walk behind you
I do not follow you
I’m admiring you
Your footsteps leave their print
On the sand before me
I don’t try to fit my feet in them
I leave mine besides yours
You hum a song I can hear
So I snap my fingers
Not so that you look behind
But so that it accompanies your tune
That’s all I do really
When you walk
I walk behind you
I’m not following you
I’m falling in love with you.
R.S.