The Runner

I once fell in love with a runner

He ran so fast I thought he could fly

He was a bird and I so badly wanted to be the sky

I wanted to go wherever he would go

And be wherever he would be

I wanted to hold him there

But that was naive of me

Because he ran from his problems, his insecurities and his dreams

I was neither of these but that didn't mean a thing

One day I wasn't enough

He told me he need to run toward something new

I was no longer his trophy

I felt like something used

I waited and waited because runners always come back around

This was a false thought

He was running a new ground now

One that had no intention of ever circling back

What was it that he was chasing that I seemed to lack

I tried to chase him but I couldn't keep up the pace

I wished he would stop

But every finish line is the beginning of a new race