Infinite Loop

— ring,
You drag me out of bed:
splish,
splash,
I follow you into the bustling street:
swish,
swoosh,
You lead me into your refuge:
click,
clack,
I’m chasing you on a treadmill:
huff,
puff,
At night I think of you,
wondering if our paths would ever cross.
But you were never meant to be caught;
I could only hope to close our distance.
Alas, sleep takes pity on me.
In the morning,
ring —