I run

I run,
I run after you.
I run after my happiness like a crazed man in fits of madness. 

I run after the elusive, the unseen, the unfound, I run.

The melancholy,
that swells within my soul's hardened pit,
sharpens the daggers of memories
against the grindstone of my own aging self.

Maybe this time,
it will be different.
Maybe this time,
I will run across the finish line,
to win the champion's wreath.

You ask me if I will run away.
I will run after you.
I will run away with you.
I will run for you.

Will you run away?

Let us both run together,
let's run away.