Still Running

No matter how fast I run
  I cannot get away from myself
   I have never been satisfied in this life
     and have only known regret
      for the things I have done for love

I have never had, wanted or kept money
  I just don’t understand the value
    in hordes of possessions
     these things are only fleeting
      and they cannot replace
       the touch of a woman

   I woke again this morning
     in my solitary bed
      with a dream of you in my wake
       and I felt too naked
        even in my clothes
        
     In my shameful sentimentality
         I feel as if I speak an extinct
           and long forgotten language  
            that will only be shared with you
            when we meet

       Like a question in a dream
         I am puzzled at the thought
        of the careless use of love
          and that few know the riches
            in having someone that understands you