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


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.