Dust

Those times you flash past me
I catch a glimpse
Of your face, full of worry
And words form on my lips-
Words left empty.

I want to reach out
And stop you from going.
Taking your hand,
I'll tell you everything.
No more pretense.

But I fear that
Doing so will tie you down,
And you'll have to stay here
Unable to move on.
I wish you could be happier.

I can only have
Those tantalizing moments
When you stray into my path.
And when the silence
Returns- I despair.

I feel you slipping
Slowly from my grasp.
Further and further away,
Leaving me in the dust
Of your passing.