Drenched in Cold Sunlight

I run to you
with hollow words I'll someday rue.
I chase, unheard, a shrinking silhouette
I may have yet
to meet.

I'll keep running for you,
searching lost for love anew.
Drenched in sunlight, cold, I persist to hold
the whispered kiss (a promise or a wish?).
I dream of sleep.

Still I'm running to you
and perhaps I never really knew
that figure cloaked; it hardly spoke.
An idea conjured; yet undeterred.
How could I be?

When I've run for you,
craving cloudless blue,
facing graying skies,
enthralled by mine own lies.
And you've already forgotten
the whispered kiss caught in
memories wrapped warm in rain,
never to be seen again.

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