I was almost going to warn you
About your loosened shoelaces
Those were dancing like weekend party girls.
I was little worried,
You might step on it.
I was walking slowly right behind you
And almost ready to catch you
If you had fallen.
I secretly wished for your fall
So I could catch you in my arms
Like in a romantic movie.
But you noticed yourself and tied them.
My fantasy just despaired.
I left you behind and glanced slightly
But you did not pay attention to me.
In the mean time
I stepped on my loose shoelaces and fell.
And there were no arms to rest.
By Sahadev Poudel
New York City