The Runner
a Poem by Raquel Swann
As the contents of my heart
Spill onto the floor, I watch
As you lace up, barely glancing back
Ignoring the sirens,
Blaring in the backdrop
Of shattered day dreams.
You cover your mouth
With open palms
And dash out the front door
to breathe the air you think is pure.
I won’t chase, I can’t.
Some truths must be discovered,
Some paths must be taken
Run far from here,
Before it’s too late.
Pressed lips in dark corners,
Like a single gust on a windy day,
Powerful in that tiny
Moment in time.
