He ran.
It hurt too much to stay still.
So he ran.
Not looking forward.
Not looking back.
Just running. Running from pain.
But the pain followed him.
Dogging his every step.
But still he ran.
Looking for shelter and finding none.
In the end, he stopped. Breathless.
Stood still.
Looked around.
Found himself staring out over water.
His breathing settled.
And he dreamed. Talked. Said goodbye.
But guilt is not so easily lifted.
And pain is not so soon settled.
He stood and listened to the sea.
Wishing for time to reverse.
But wishing in vain.
