All the way
From there to here you came;
Found a seat and sat
Happy but not exactly sane.

Typing, thinking, censoring,
Reading, trying to concentrate;
Concentrating, thinking, typing,
Music boomed and penetrated.

Enduring--fueled by a warmth
that comes from sacrificing; like
wrapping a steaming cup of cocoa
around a heart of blight.

Enduring--well, because you felt
it was worth it; because it was
peaceful, even; sitting there--
A mammoth desire, a cause.

But we never made it.
We never went as we came;
a moment's respite mistaken;
a quarrel long forgotten.

You seemed not to understand
As to you I seemed not to;
You accused me, a joke--
A joke I made of you; but
Still you stood, like roused from
previous buried insanity, said
Goodbye, and left.

You walked away again.

The runner and the running.
Who's the runner now?