2010-10-23 - 12:26 a.m.
I ran. Ran from the pain of putting forth my best foot. Ran from the time I poured. Ran from the lies and hurt.
I ran. Not from you, but from the feeling. That "steady" feeling. The one that was almost there, but really wasn't.
I ran. From the moments of silence. To the words on your book. From the image of arms of another.
The present tried to learn from the past. Hoping never to dedicate. Never to push. Never to concede ground. The first mistakes, hoping not to be repeated.
I missed. Hand in hand, it was there. A glow. A feeling. It was there. The near embodiment of perfect from the past. It was there. I had it.
Two days separated by five. Absolute silence. But inside, absolute chaos. What was there grew, expanded, changed, and grew. But prior mistakes weren't to be made.
It not what I didn't feel. It's what I didn't show.
Mistakes of the past, become the truths of the future that were missed. And I missed.
A rebirth to reminisce. Words said, heart fading, what was there, shrunk and died. I missed.
