You ran away again
with the aim,
to distract yourself,
and avoid the pain.

But everyone knows
running’s no fun,
when you are the one
holding the gun.

Escape to the sunshine,
bask in the sea.
Drown in that captain,
don’t worry about me.

When you come home,
I’ll still be right here.
Dancing, sleepwalking
with all of my fear.

Holiday and heartache
are just the right bunch,
to dilute the aching,
inevitable crunch.

And just like me,
you do the best to feed,
love, honor, support
and water your seeds.