A Silhouette on the road ahead,
A golden halo marked your stride,
A cricket in your pocket
Called out your cadences.

My barefeet drowned in your footprints,
But your whispers were strings
Around my ankles,
Pulling me forward.

I followed your eyes over shady trees,
Sunny flowers -
Romanticisms made for me.

Head up, Head up!
See how they face the lifelight.

I'd forgotten about the sunflowers.

Walking away
not ahead.
More shadow
than satellite.
Now,
now.

Chaotic chirping bounces
Out of your pocket.
So confused,
Departing.

Now,
I can't tell if you're looking back at me
Or if you're just throwing
Sunflower seeds
Over your shoulder.