She ran.

I slipped and slept on the dust I used to tread.
It's not like I was dead but my heart just seemed to lie inside my head.
My conscience opposed the opposition to live,
Timid and stiff like fossils in the mud.
Dust just seemed to cover the other memories and theses in my mind
As I lied and pondered why not to die when the one thing keeping
Me here felt peer pressure and rushed off without trying to
Remember what love was.
Doves can get struck by an arrow and reincarnate as a crow,
So just know maybe the next life I'll be better
And you'll lie in the lows of life.

You ran.