Chasing a Chill

I ran when they put you in the ground. Feet slapping dirt, no one around.

The air was heavy, the sky too loud. I couldn't stand

the weight of the crowd. Six feet down, you're lying still. I'm out here

running, chasing a chill. The world's too wide, the loss too

real. Six feet down, I can't heal. The trees whisper secrets as I

pass. Each one a memory, each one your laugh.

I tripped on roots, fell in the grass. But the pain

in my chest, it wouldn't let me ask. How do I stop the