Running

I’m so tired
so very tired
running and running blindly through the night
towards tomorrow’s emergence. . . faster and faster
yet
the distance is still so far away

I’m keep running
here and there
chasing the wind in the places
where we laughed and promised each other forever
searching
for one last deep breath
before I have to exhale what’s left of the memories inside

Beads of sweat? Tears?
Confusion
because I’m tired
so very tired
grasping for a seemingly invisible soul
that has flown free
my near empty lungs burn as I
continue to run

A winter’s raging wind
cold
and without a care as to who feels it’s anger
a gentle breeze on a warm spring afternoon
a simple gust of life under the hot summer sun
or the cool air intermingling with the falling leaves. . . it doesn’t matter anymore
I simply need air to breathe
I need you so much
and my near empty lungs burn
so tired
so very tired
running through yesterdays
hoping
you’ll find your way home before tomorrow

Before this year end up..... a surprise gift come to you knocking at your door.