(Searching for {a} Chance: Part 1)

What if I were to run away in the night?

Leave all behind and simply take flight

A chase through these very woods — a chilling sight

After no specific cause; no "oh she might—"

And yet here I linger

Waiting for his glance or a brush of her finger

Though I cannot demand he bring her

To me; perhaps to linger

Is to delay the inevitable.

Any love I show lands me in trouble.

To love her is unnatural,

Or so they say, abominable.

Ergo, I must go

Before I age and my body grows slow

I must leave those I know

And hope the loyal ones persist and show.

I yearn for freedom

And this is the only way it can be done.

Author's Note: if you liked this poem, be sure to check out my book Concerning Chance :)