Sprint Away

Words

awkwardly

spill

over.

Dropping with unsteady relevance.

Every intention of my sincere attempt

— to bring you up

— leads to exasperation.

Sprint away, to find you answer.

Sprint away, while I’m left alone.

Trying to make sense of what just transpired.

Unbeknownst to childish actions,

you’ve clumsily trampled my aching heart.