it was late winter when you decided to run away. at first i chased right after you. allowing my mild case of asthma to almost damaged my lungs. i tried my best to keep up but you were just too fast for me to catch up. i allowed the wind to smack my face as i heavily breathed while chasing after you. the neighborhood looked at me as a loser in the game of tag. if only they knew that i have been dying to be βitβ for once. my hair felt weightless every step i took. my retro jordans were muddy as my socked feet were greeted to damp soil resting beneath my toenails. i was determined to never give up. i wanted to win. i needed to win. you were going as fast as lightning. at this point you are nearing the meadows. i knew if you achieved to step feet among the tall grasses with dried flowers & barley i would probably never see you again. you see once they reach a certain distance in the game of chase they will continue on & never look back. & at this point the chaser is out of breath and comes to terms to give up. i watch you near the meadows. i am screaming. you are not listening to me. you are making me angry. have you forgotten all the times we spent together. did it not mean anything to you. well i guess this is it. as i watch you prance closer i suddenly stop running. air races into my lungs & nirvana welcomes itself to me. i just stopped. i did not want to but it was as if there was a barrier stopping me. an invisible force that restricted me from continuing on. here i am. stuck. calm. i am okay. i watch you run away. you look beautiful. i have never seen such a view as the sun hits my brown eyes to appreciate the last observance of you in my life. you slowly dance into the sunset. you are on fire. have i told you that gold looks stunning on you. perhaps you should wear it more often.