Runaway

Runaway

I used to believe

in ghosts, but you, 

my anomaly, have

left no trace of

yourself behind in my 

worn-out memory. 

Spirits are supposed

to haunt yet I am 

the only one on the chase,

only to find you--dear 

runaway--dare not 

show your face.

Is it me you fear? Is that

why you are not here 

nor anywhere beneath my

lonely atmosphere? 

But that doesn't explain

why even in my dreams 

you do not appear.

I guess I have 

always just known,

that you would be

the one who forgets

to come home. 

So if peace to you 

means escaping me, 

then so be it, my runaway, 

go fly and be free.