Together, they run. <br />The bus's rolling <br />The train's rolling <br />Collectively carry them away. <br />They have <br />Differing motives: <br />Her, for love <br />(Or some imposter <br />Who threatens to drink her dry.) <br />He, for hate. <br />(Of all that has blessed him <br />And brought him to where he was.) <br /> <br />She sits in the train <br />As she did on the bus: <br />Dejected, <br />Alone, but not without <br />His warmth. <br /> <br />She wants him, <br />If only to know <br />He cared. <br /> <br />But he does not: <br /> <br />He cannot care for her, <br />As he cannot care for himself. <br />Instead, he only cares <br />For where he is: <br />Not far enough, yet. <br />They still might <br />Find him. <br />Katie is foolish, he thinks, <br />Stupid: <br />Trying to find love, <br />From one devoted to selfish passions. <br />For him, all she offers is fulfillment of his lust. <br />Now, he could not care. <br />She is part of his past, <br />From which he is <br />A runaway.<br /><br />James Grengs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prodigal-part-4-runaway/
