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.