always on the run, always held a gun
but possessed with great beauty
she never knew, never had a sense of importance
never held the hand of someone she thought was handsome
life was cruel, she always knew
selfless to her own needs, she stayed under sheets
she pleased, ran with screams
set the midnight free and never spoke the words, “i need”
along the interstate, she ran
never truly had, never mad — always pleased
always had the tendency to help another
ran forever, helped whomever
the day she died
she looked him in the eyes
without words
i’ll love you forever