The runaway runs.
Where is he running or why?
Who does he flee this night?
His heart
His love
Or his lack there of?
Tonight he gets up to leave,
Puts on his coat, and heads for the door.
His heart and soul, lonely and sore.
Goodbye to the nameless neighbors,
Goodbye feral cats.
Goodbye to the sassafras trees.
Hello to his path,
Hello to the world, but alone.
Hello to the end,
At the bend of the road,
You won’t even hear him leave…
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