Sometimes I just want to lie down where I am
wait for them to catch me.
But what good would that do?
Where would I be?
The same place I am now—
, lonely, lost,
you.
What’s the use?
The roads are too dangerous if I stay on them
too long. How many lives have I
casual theft? Not enough.
Not enough
make up for their theft of you.
Perhaps if you were “safe” somewhere,
lock and key,
would be easier for me.
I know stone walls do not a prison make
those walls are
of wood and buried
feet under.
The worst part is I didn’t get to say goodbye.
You told me to run
I ran,
you behind me.
I didn’t even know you were gone until
I crept back to that inconvenience store
cover of darkness and
rain only to find you
in chalk,
under brilliant lights
beginning to run in the rain.
No
