The wind seems to push her as the abnormally long laces on her Converse undo themselves.

There are a few trips on the way, a few rocks to jump over, a few cars to halt for and, then,

the ring falls from her finger and as it clashes against the asphalt

and glistens against the hot sun,

his apartment key falls from the hole of her jean's pocket,

created by her anxious scratching.

She finally found a moment

away from his tight grasp.

He won't understand since all he did was love her the way he can.

The way he knew how to

and the way he felt.

Her legs kept moving as her nails jammed farther into the palms of her hands,

and her heart was finally beating.

After months she found it and she wasn't ready to let go.

Zelous passion thrusts her forward, and abruptly

my eyelashes unhinge,

I'm no longer in his shoes, but hers.

Heart pulsing, I run farther.