A Few? Only One

Caught your back

That is the only feature of you could I spec

So fixated were the steps

Such to mitigate out of the meandering voyage

Towards your path to trace you turned

Beyond my suspected alley

Impalpable

Intended to glimpse your face

I swirled, shifted and turned

All astood for the whole while

Yet escaped you unaware

I, too, moved ahead jollily without doing you an unnecessary 'peak a boo'