Does it matter, my leaving
leaving loving, my darling?

Does it matter, my concealing
does my breathing seem revealing?

fear and fervor come with a gasp

Or, my facade turned soft to peeling?

The days run out wearing sneakers
Why'd I train them so much quicker
the final lap flees in a flicker.

In two days my life will change completely.
In two days, change will complete me.
Because the last two years
*didn't beat me.