You said..

You said we were on different pages, and you were right.
Actually, moving at different paces is more correct.
You flipped and skimmed through them hastily looking for best part,
while I was committed to reading it through and through, and searching for the meanings behind the words in front of me.

I wanted a reason, something solid to hold.
You wanted me without any reason at all. Just me.

You quickly found the best part, and then lost interest.
I was just approaching the best part to find that it was too late.
You were gone.

And all that was left was me and my reasons, but nothing to hold onto.


JK12.15