There isn’t too much to say about this poem except to speak on transferrable moods and I believe the poem speaks to that plenty.
Pendulum
Kylie Louise McCormick
I stepped into your mood today,
when your stride lengthened
and you walked ahead
instead of beside me.
Your legs stretched up our hill,
and I slowed—nearly stopped.
You opened the door
let it shut behind you
left me standing alone at the base.