Running

I'm so tired of running.

I ran around in circles for years. Around you and around you, but you only ever looked out of the corner of your eye.

I tried to run to Australia, but I can't walk on water (making you smile is the only miracle I've ever been good at).

I ran into your arms, and though your lips were soft and yielding the rest of you was like a brick wall and I crashed against you and I was broken.

I ran all the way to Connecticut. I wasn't in very good shape, so by the time I got there all I could do was try to catch my breath.

I think I ran right over Karen.

But today, you looked up at me from under a sombrero, and your smile held the echo of poker chips and promises.

I've been running on a treadmill all along.