listening with my heart ...

There are times when I feel like no matter how fast I spin the wheel,
how fast I run to keep up,
flying by the seat of my pants ...

I slow down
bending at the waist
gasping for breath
glancing to the side
I see the tears rolling down your face
and I feel like a schmuck

perhaps
if I had slowed down
enjoyed the scenery
smelled the scent of spring in the air
and felt the warmth of your smile
as you told
one of your stories
watching the emotion
trip across your face
knowing that I have a friend
for when ever
where ever

a friend