I’m having to run at the moment. I’ve made a commitment, despite being awful at it. The only bonus and problem is that it gives me time to think. The thinking generated this:
Grief stalks me in the trees,
Camouflaged against the leaf line,
Hits my heart with dart.
Paralysed and stymied
Gasping for air
Reaching for memory.
I get up,
And run again,
She still lurks within the bowed branches,
Waits for me to pass through shade, her arrows steadied and waiting.