As usual, I'm filing my thoughts away, reading and re-reading some of them as if they will recapture a moment long past. I thought I'd post something from a few years back. Hopefully I haven't posted this one already (man, my memory has gotten ter-ri-ble!).
The Running Man
He did the Running Man well
I couldn't tell
if he saw Me when he looked in my eyes
or only whom he wanted me to belie
My melancholic kisses
distanced him from his pain
a vortex in a fractured love triangle
I was cozy in his refrain
Lowered my guard
when he let me in through the back door
though we both knew he was unfit to love
I still wanted more
He hastily backed away
as if he heard my tacit plea to stay
The lemon menthol aftertaste
from his kiss
made me forget
he isn't mine to have
or keep
my loneliness seeps
in fitful tears
when I remember
he might not go far
but he won't be here.
JGH 2007
