• I run through the forest,
    one with it,
    not sure where it ends and I begin.
    I don’t run to anything,
    or from anything,
    I just run.
    And I hear a rustle.
    Slowing down, I become silent as I stalk.
    Part of the forest, no one could tell me apart.
    And then I see you.
    Our eyes, mine gold and yours dark, meet.
    We play this game.
    Who will look away first?
    I do. I lose.
    And them I run again,
    away from you,
    away from me.