Chiron

i was running.

because that’s all I could do.

run.

my dirty red converse slapped the pavement.

i was at the park now.

faster

faster i ran.

past tourists,

past benches dedicated to the lost,

past young trees and old trees.

past the ten cent pizza place.

past Mr. Michael’s gelato.

i slipped under my favorite old oak tree.

his name was “Chiron”,

for my favorite greek myth.

“Chiron!” i called. “Chiron! we’re moving.”

“Chiron, everything hurts.”

“Chiron!" "Chiron!” “Chiron!” "Chiron!"

Chiron held me in his leafy embrace.

“it will be okay”, he seemed to say.

because... that’s all he could say.