Pursuit

Pursue-pursue-pursue.
Pursue-stop. Wait. Listen.
Silence roars.
Pursue-pursue-pursue.
Pursue-stop. Wait. A sound!
A conversation. Momentary
lapse of judgment, thinking
that it's changed, you're wanted,
this is what you longed for.
But it's not.
Wait. Silence. Frown.
Pursue-pursue-pursue.
Pursue-stop. Pursue-stop.
Wait. Silence. Weariness
sets in. Decision made to change.
Retreat. The silence isn't
all that bad. The company
of self requires adjustments
but you call the shots, at least.
And loss, of course,
which hurts but quite
surprisingly not
like the pain
of always running after,
never running to.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2015