Following the stains,
Her only trace.
This winding road she was on,
She was walking it alone.
No end in sight,
She's losing the passion,
Her willingness to fight.
And yet he's following
The trail of tears,
Her heart drawn fears.
And the concrete is crimson,
It's framed for the crimes you've committed.
She's a wounded soldier.
She's limping and
Her stone heart grows colder.
Waves of memories wash over.
And still he follows.
Even though he knows it all,
Yearning to show he cares.
He loves her.
She's too afraid.
Too vulnerable.
She's a fugitive in this wasteland
Of broken dreams
And ripped seams.
She's haunted.
She's targeted.
And running from things,
So many things.
She's running from him,
And still he follows.

Honorable mention
Doesn’t come to mind
When you seemingly wander in
And get lost in the maze;
In the mess of a tangled center.
Like an inevitable motion,
back & forth
back & forth
Of a pendulum’s swing.
I’m re-engaged and return to you,
Drawn in by your gravitational pull.
Enamored by your honest, listening eyes.
Followed close behind by
The corners of your cheeks -
Mirroring the crescent moon high.
Melting the want to fight this,
Evaporating the urgency to
get up & run
get up & run.