Dog Days

It's actually hilarious

How often I end up here.

In this exact moment.

The moment when I realize

I'm the only one

The world doesn't spin for.

Where I look around

And see that I'm the only one

Who isn't moving.

Familiar figures,

Motion-blurred

Like long exposure photography

Dash past me with an impossible momentum,

Leaving a swift burst of wind that ruffles my hair

In their wake,

And all I can do is blink.

Once.

Just once.

I can only blink one singular time

Before they're miles away from me,

A small black dot in the distance,

With tiny shining white eyes

That do so much more than blink.

I don't want to just blink one singular time.

I want to sprint, as fast as I can,

Carrying my giant, hopeful white eyes with me,

And become a small black dot

Myself.