Running

By Aavanthika Praveen

I grow older;

every hour, of every day, of every week, of every month, of every year.

No matter, how much I grow, the gap between us remains,

It lays there still;

 Unmoving, Unerving.

Each time I grow older, I expect the gap between us to be bridged,

For you to freeze and stay very still;

very very still.

But alas, you move,

every time, away from me;

every time, running.

Every time I barely catch up with you,

You start to run again.

What is it that you're running from?

I am tired of running behind you.

Each and every time you return and offer me your tempting hand,

I take it, abandon everything and come running back to you.

But before I can reach your arms, you run away again.

And I am left with nothing;

alone and stranded.

I will not be left deserted again.

This time, I shall run.

I shall run as far as my limbs will carry me.

I shall run till my body defies me,

and till my skin is crawling with sweat.

Not behind you, but away from you,

I shall not stop nor wait for you,

I shall run towards hope and felicity.

Though I shall run, I'll leave behind a mark;

everywhere for you to find and,

you shall be the one running behind,

reaching out for my arms but,

only finding darkness and I shall be free.

By Aavanthika Praveen