maybe

you will wait for me when i'm running too slowly for you. you will run ahead and circle around back to me in a few moments. i will look at your comfortably smooth strides, then listen to the hollow sounds of my own breathing. the music will be too loud, but not loud enough to cover the slow suffocation as my nose sucks in air while my mouth turns sticky and dry. maybe you will realize there is someone falling behind, or maybe i will just keep looking at your back until it turns into your shadow, until that melting shape flows into the trees' shades, until the wind starts to blow more freely. 

i will stop running and take a seat, and fall asleep in the middle of the road. 

no cars will want to disturb my dream.

it's such a beautiful dream.

and the leaves will fall on me.