Sometimes,
I go on walks and runs to quiet down the thoughts that linger in my head.
Passing stop sign by stop sign,
Stranger by stranger,
Yet when the stop lights turn red and it’s just me waiting for it to turn green I hear her.
Taking off my headphones only to hear to the crows flying throughout the cloudy night,
Continuing my run in confusion,
“Did I just hear her laugh a second ago?“.
Running in circles.
After Dark Poetry 