After all this time I still can't out-run the loss...
My psychologist told me that I should run as a therapy. I run wherever my feet take me. I feel your heart beat through the Earth in the soles of my feet. I hear your voice as the wind rushes past my face. I have to run past the park where we used to picnic and talk together for hours. Sometimes I can run right by and I feel okay, other times my breath catches as I come up the hill and I have to stop. If I am still, it almost feels like you are sitting with me. I wait awhile but eventually I have to move again. I have to keep running. As I leave our spot my heart feels the loss and rips from my chest like no time has passed at all. On these sad days I run faster, tears prick my eyes, and I try to outrun the emotions... One day I will be faster than the loss.
you.
Wonderful portrayal