Running Still

    I’ve been running half
    The night,  never finding
    Her here.  I saw the
    Evidence of past hours
    And now she’s missing.
    They say this is normal
    For this stage of things.

    I don’t believe what
    They say.  I’ve heard and
    Seen too much.  They’ve
    Been wrong at every
    Turn.  I can’t accept
    This turning a page
    In our album, seeing her

    Thirty-one looking eighteen,
    Her skin shining as she dived
    Into a pool and when I took
    Her sailing that first time
    She smiled her delight.
    A flock of pigeons took
    To flight as I ran by.