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
bad
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
somehow
maybe then i would turn
adventurous
and marry a
ruddy-faced sheep farmer
and he and i would have
a flock of
fat, dimpled babies with pink
toes
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
Running is always an option, though not usually the best.