One of us, so far ahead,
Turning and noticing,
Hurled behind by the absence.

One of us, searching ahead
Finds the other, now behind.
Or is it that the one is now ahead?

As we strive to come together,
A curious rhythm is found,
Our movement forms into a dance.

Sometimes leading, sometimes following,
We step to stay in harmony.
I am sorry, was that your foot?