He took with him a token. He walked right down the street. He left me with the notion there was somewhere he needed to be.
I followed him closely, but he did not see me. He never saw me. He crossed the park. He climbed the stairs. I waited; I watched; I stared. He paused a moment; my breath was held.
He took with him a token I'm very sure was mine. I lost him on the subway. The train caught him just in time. I was left behind. I will let him have it. I will be too kind.
