The wind lashed against the skin,
The branches scratched the face,
The adrenaline pumped the blood,
And faster and faster the feet went.

The thudding beats of the heart,
The spinning of the head,
The blurring of the vision,
Did nothing to help.

Further and further did the one run,
Deeper and deeper into the thicket the feet went,
Till being no longer capable of containment,
The agony of the fragile heart swelled.

Denial never helped,
Delusion, well it withheld,
Yet sore did the throat get,
As the sorrow finally won its bet.

Deep shall the roots grow,
Entwining the soul shall it sow,
Seeds of yearning and seeds of want,
All making the heart grow.

Yet will this yearning ever stop?
Will this ache go away?
Did he want it this,
Or did he not?!

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