You walk ahead
I remain behind
There is progress
But I am just a follower

You are already few blocks away
I stop to listen to my own steps
Wind is trying to tell me something
I have to counsel it

Will you turn around to look back?
To see if I am there
I can hear impatience in your shuffling
I am still talking to wind

I see you are in a hurry, have already reached
The destination
I am yet not done with the wind, and its worries.