I saw you again sitting at the bench that I run by every other afternoon
You made the finger motion for me to come near
Excited by nostalgia I made it towards your way
But the wind brushed with your Sixer’s blazer in a certain way to reveal the needle wrapped in your Grandfather’s red handkerchief
I held my head back from shaking so I didn’t bring down your spirit
It hurt inside myself but I just kept running
And at this point I no longer blamed myself
These run’s every other afternoon were no longer about me running from my past
I was now running through it
To a better future
