Worth the Choosing

I am tempted to chase you
recklessly
 - romantically - 
with emotion and with everything
to lose involving you,
while somehow keeping
my power and my wise pride.

But I don't
because 
I'm here
between
what we were
and what we could have been.

It doesn't mean 
I've stopped
laughing out loud,
or stretching,
or going to the sticky dance bar 
on the corner.

But it does mean 
that I'm not 
playing a cruel game of tag...
I'm not that fast of a runner,
and it might look a bit desperate or creepy.
And tag isn't actually fun.
And only one person wins.

It's not because you're not worth the chasing,
but because we are all worth 
the honour of being free,
and the blessing of being chosen.
And if there has to be a choice,
I'd rather
you choose me,
than I chase you.

So
I choose 
me.

Tag -
I'm it, and
I'm getting outta the game, and 
I'm going dancing.

Dancing is inclusive,
and every body wins...
You're all invited.

So
I'm here
between
what we were
and what we could have been,
dancing,
and having fun...
I win.