to the window
and missed me
at his door.

I ran
out of energy. This life
became a chore.

He ran
over. So, he
didn't call.

I ran
head over feet -
that's how I fall.

He ran
an errand,
making me wait.

I ran
out quietly
slinking as
a skate.

He ran
his moil
on the phone.

I ran
my toil
with a grunt
and a groan.