Too Late To Turn Back

In the hopes of falling in love
The arms race of happy endings
We met along the pathway
And ran together for a while

But I stumbled on our journey
Reached out to grab your hand
You looked and me and let me fall
Anxious to reach the end

I sat a while, watching you
Picked myself up and wondered
If in my stumbling I'd revealed
The weaker of us two

You made great time, hit all the stops
I waited impatiently
You never once glanced back to ask
What had become of me

All the while I kept me sights
Set firmly on your race
Willing you to turn around
To have our eyes lock once again

The thing about this race
Is victory is empty if solo
You reached the end and realized this
Had no where else to go

I saw you standing there
Defeated and alone
I took my first steps back on track
Towards the victory of my own