Crunch of boots on crunchy gravel
Worn-out soles from the bruise of travel
Moonlight transcends, like liquid silver drenching out the night
The sidewalk doesn't end, like rivers of concrete bleeding out of sight
Watch me run
Your cold fingertips trace the inside of my arm, now my elbow
I can hear our hearts pound out a frenzied rhythm
Your hurried moves make up lost time, you know, I know
What went wrong between us, a flaw in our algorithm?
I thought we were always meant to be, you and I
But now I'm waiting for the perfect time to say goodbye
Just watch me run
Watch me laugh, watch me breathe
A thousand words better left unsaid
You smile, I see the flash of teeth
Watch me bleed and leave me for dead
I thought we were meant to be, you and I
But now I'm gonna just say goodbye
Shhhh, hear that?
Rustle of tree leaves, crunch of boots on crunchy gravel
Hear that?
It's the sound of hearts waiting to unravel
Watch me run
Do you see me?
It's my turn to leave
So just watch me run.
YOU ARE READING
Impossible & Other Nothings: Poetry
PoetryIt's been worth it all this time It's been worth it to dream of things That can and was and will never be. ------Cover art "The Girl With the Balloon" by Bansky-----------