Runner’s High

There was a man who loved to run.
He ran from everything under the sun.
He ran from his emotions or his inability to say how he could feel.
He even ran from the idea that someday, someone, his heart would steal.

In the morning, he would lace up his sneakers, nice and tight.
Ran for miles and thinking only about that one night.
The night, where she so awkwardly stood in his empty living room looking around.
While she examined him and his home without making a sound.

She smiled Coyly and asked him if he had just moved in…
The runner looked at her confused and said it had been three years and grinned.
He grabbed her jacket, slowly, melting it off her shoulders…
Led her into the kitchen, into the light, where she saw he was much older.

But she was intrigued by the runner and by his physique.
He had mysterious eyes And peculiar mystique.
He suddenly felt a sensation similar to when he ran…
Simply by the touch of her tiny hand.

And they danced the night away with words and kisses.
Something that she told the universe she secretly misses.
It wasn’t long before they melted into each other…
And spent hours underneath the covers.

And the runners high was mutual, but no one was running.
Simply bodies, vibrating electricity, and voices humming.
But their season soon came to a close.
The runner wanted more games and she wanted more prose.

So she put on her heels and walked out the door,
gently closed it behind her but slamming his heart to his core.
And as a new season rolled in…He sat at the edge of his bed…
Leaned over, laced up his sneakers and ran his fingers over his head.

He stepped out the door to chase the runners high.
But it was nothing compared to what she she made him feel inside.
On the other end of the street, she got into her car…
Opened the windows and drove far…

She chased the runners high, but never found it again…
Instead 2 years later find herself face-to-face with another painful end.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro