retreat

Running, the pulse skips ahead
of the steps, a beating reminder
of sheer mortality.

Throwing everything out the window:
to be free one must give up
all things, and possibly you.

A challenge with the eyes-
you looked right through as
I walked away.

(unfortunately, profundity was never present anywhere but in my own head)

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