man on a mission

he walked always with a goal,
even when we're out on a walk,
he seemed to be going somewhere,
with me strolling beside him.

sometimes i just wished he'd stop,
and stay.

perhaps it was because he never had the chance to stop before,
there was always something that had to be done.
and now it became his habit: making things happen.

he called my name and i was crushed.
he was looking at me then.
he stopped.
I listened.

man on a mission,
rest with me tonight.