Running

Poetry

The one thing I could never put into words

Is the urge to be gone,

Always to be absent.

To be missed but not chased,

loved but not anchored.

Most indescribable is the want to run,

When even the air is compressed,

That feeling in my legs –

Almost an ache,

But not quite –

A desperation

To be moving,

running.

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