Foot Steps

I can hear the footsteps behind me.
But are they yours?
No I don't think they are.
Their so light.
Another passing me by, but too quick in pace.
The next one to heavy a stepper.
This one has too much pep in their step to be like yours.
But this one with a quick gait, seems familiar (so I
must hide.
Now my nervousness has made me pace, back, and, forth.
What is that? I can hear it now.
That is you. Is it? Yes it is.
Then why am I running? Instead of going to you...
Oh. I see now. It is that my heart is racing and that
is why...we play chase.
..and catch the girl who's trying to hide...my beating heart.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this after the rain stopped this very early morning.