It was the lamplight <br />the taciturn shadows mocking <br />each other. <br />The long gone looks of everywhere. <br /> <br />It was how the moments became <br />chalk marks on sidewalks, colored <br />life unframed. <br />Painted concrete painted with cracks. <br /> <br />It was the sound of your footsteps <br />walking away into shadows <br />of everything. <br />The stars looking on with old light. <br /> <br />Can you run forever dear, or at least <br />for as long as “far enough” <br />means. <br /> <br />Maybe just this once.<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-enough/
