(tasting bright sweat and dark pavement)

i collapse with air burning fiery holes into my lungs, street gravel pressing temporary tattoos of dots unto my palms. and you are already standing behind me. barely winded, and nothing but love and understanding on your kind, kind face.

i didn't ask you to run after me.             i whisper.

but i couldn't help it.             you answer.

(and you say exactly what i want you to say)