Double-date

A distance so great, so high of a stake, that you pull yourself away from the time it would take to cross that prolonged estate. To that of which I hate, a clock flipped inside out to be remade, time for two as my shadowed date is fashionably late. Stood up by none & left with one, I surpass the accorded double-date, but wait...did we reciprocate? All I knew or know or was, my uninvited apparition of your shadowed competition. I guess I just better run. Seems to be more fun than surfacing the sun, but never again hitting a home run. Just run because what you see along the way may be worth your while if you decide to stay. Strike one, but your second swing is just a bullet away.