Run

There are moments when the memory of you

Is all that fills my head.

There are days when all I can see

Is an emptiness that waits for me up ahead.

And so I jog to let my muscles

Push me toward a future without you.

I run to feel the dirt under my feet-

A dirt which has hidden you

But will someday soon produce growth anew.

I find a pace that remind my feet how to move.

I uncover a rhythm that keeps my heart beating

Beneath the weight of what I’ve lost.

I inhale and exhale to accept another breath,

Each one coming at increasing cost.

To be honest, I don’t know

If I’m running toward something brighter

Or running away from what once was the warmest glow.

How does one reconstruct a life

Wrapped around what is no longer alive?

How do I run toward a future I long to find

Instead of running away from what I’ve left behind?

When is the day when I do more than survive?

There are moments when the memory of you

Is all that fills my head.

There are days when all I can see

Is an emptiness that waits for me up ahead.

And so I jog to let my muscles

Push me toward a future without you.

—Written by Sandy Heights

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