A Little Too Fast

Everything is moving so fast.
I've missed my train and I'm watching it pull away.
I'm trying to catch up but it's tracks are no comparison to my legs.
I want to believe the truth isn't what I see.
I thought we could run away, just you and me.
As the truth screams 'Listen to me! ' my legs weaken.
The tracks between us is a trophy to my shameful end, and your victory.
The only thing left to do is shadow the tracks,
conductingh them as the trail to find the way to my long lost home.
Home- The gift you never would trust with me.

by Hope Bennett

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