I will run faster
to catch up
with myself.
I will not
run away
from me.
I promise.
But I might not remember
in a month or two
so remind me.
I might be chasing
a new career,
enamored of more success,
Addicted to work,
gathering new possessions.
I might fall in love again
too fast.
I disappear into romance
completely
whenever I have the chance.
Racing to catch up
with all I desire,
I’ve lost myself in the past.
I resolve, therefore,
to run,
not for the wealth of possessions
or the beauty of fresh romance,
only faster,
to apprehend me.
When I forget,
as I always do,
remind me,
to chase
the beauty I am.