Cautious

If I put my foot here,

Then where would yours go?

I ponder meaning, then write the words,

One by one

An infinity between

Every

Letter

It is a long correspondence

Slow

As strategy demands

Everything expands when you count your heartbeats.

The space in your head.

The worlds that you’ve read

Lingering as I      like

I end my turn in my own time,

At my own measure.

You’ll keep pace,              even if

Haste

Frustrates

And if you rush, and reach the end too soon,

Endure the greater boredom

Of a story ended.

I’ll                                                                   Be                                                                           Coming.