Fore

I’m not up to date runaway.
I don’t know the lingo runaway.
I was too innocent runaway.
Further distanced we become runaway.
And it can’t be chance that it has slowed down like the other side of a climax.
Only breaths are heard.
Deep Exhales.
Photo album show me your surprise.
My face reflected in the screen or the plastic cover.
Did it really happen runaway?
One of the coveted you were and are runaway.
Spiced up life now.
Bed wish?
Under our blankets we lived.
But I don’t believe you.
I forget what you sound like,
How we ever got along.