Runner Runner

I have never written about you

I keep you, as you were,

in the time I knew,

Knowing

as much as you allowed

I remember how 

strong and panicky

how soft and broken

you were.

All at once

like broken glass stored in a steel box

and no one could find the key

not even me.

And now no one needs to

I love a memory,

a living ghost, 

You are no longer who I know,

not even, perhaps, 

who I knew.

And I am me

and I don't know 

what that is

either.