Pursued

I thought I’d lost him in the silence
Of five years
A scent was lost
A lot of hair
When I turned to get a sense of his chapter
Full blown he spoke of the girl he loved
Still I run
Pursued by
Those sweet lullabies and stream treasures
Afraid to hear the final triumph
The bay of her name
Knowing it is not me
It is not me

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