run away

don’t run away

you once told me

your voice teasing

as usual

rather ironic

as that’s what i wanted to be doing

just then

and now

we all have our

good days

and our


i guess

on the good days i

couldn’t care less

but on the bad i

want to run

and never look back

at you

of course this won’t

solve the problem

but i always picture it

bringing relief


maybe then i would turn


and marry a

ruddy-faced sheep farmer

and he and i would have

a flock of

fat, dimpled babies with pink


who knows

what might happen if

i happen to

one day

escape from the

complicated tanglewood i’ve grown

i might run away …

from you