running out

You’re speaking like you’re running out of air. What’s the matter?
Just running, you say, but still gasping and dragging your fingernails against the question.
It was a bad idea, and that’s coming from someone who is full of bad ideas.
You wont see me this spring, I’m leaving the country to hide out until this all passes by.
But if you want to drop a line, tie to an idea and send it over seas.
I’ll catch it on it’s way back down and tie to the earth with over written and melodramatic interludes on what love used to look like.
Still running? Thought so.