Her voice is fading,
Her image changing.
Endless promises ring,
Reverberating miles lesser than the last.
She blames it on herself,
Deep connections serve as her phobia,
She was a born runner,
She runs,
She leaves,
The marks seldom forgotten.
But she tried.
She tries.

But it's not his fault either,
Love is all he asked for,
Deep connections is all he sought for.
He held on tight,
Ran with the runner,
But the pace was a little too fast.

So down it went,
The grip a little less tight,
His speed slowing down,
Slower than the runner,
Who sought to stop.
So down it went,
The stars hung across,
The endless memories painted across,
The guilt, shared.

For it wasn't her fault,
He was a giver.
It wasn't her fault either,
She tried,
But had nothing to give
Or so she lied.