Running
I like running
Her words whispered into the cold night air
Releasing the fog around her brain
And after that stumble they came tumbling out
It's easy you know
To put distance behind you
It's my favourite thing to do
Its funny how a misunderstanding could help you understand more than you were ever supposed to
For I imagined her
Turning her back
Moving on and starting again
I thought she meant running like me
....like me
That's what I do
I run
But she always returned back to the start
I never did