"I feel like running" she said,
But the weeping water below her words
Said more
"Follow me" she whispered,
Her breath is wet now,
And with a desperate bounding run
She's gone.
He follows, just like she asked.
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An audience surrounds me,
Blurred not by tears but irrelevance
in this grey little scene.
They're unsure of what has happened,
The maybes, the worries, the hopefullys;
They're unsure
and I wish I could join them.
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I take a step towards the runaway girl,
Alas, I can but walk.
It seems she did not run,
She moved.
I take a step towards the runaway girl,
The distance between us is roads
but it should be worlds.
