Orpheus

by Jessica Kraker

When we walk, our paces match and I can tell

it pleases you.

I change my stride and disrupt our rhythm.

you.

you’re a problem for me

too good, too sweet for me to digest.

I’m stuck with you on a platform as our trains pull in

you turn to wave good bye as your doors slide

shut.

polite and pleasant and gentle

but my train is pulling out and I am on it.

Don’t look back, don’t be held back

not by me

I am trying to let you leave me.