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i'm almost out of breath,
i never was a runner,
the cold,
cascade of rain,
descends on my burning face,
my legs are tight with pain,
but i can't stop,
you're so close,
i reach out and try to grab you,
but i lose my footing,
and fall down,
into the dark mud of guilt,
i start to cry,
my fist clenches the wet dirt,
i raise my head,
to see the back,
of your fleeting form,
you turn to face me,
you look down and smile,
my eyes sting,
i open my mouth and scream,
"REBECCA!!!"
but my voice falls on deaf ears,
you disappear from my sight,
and i start to break apart,
i couldn't save you
i wasn't there,
i lift my hand,
and it creates forms
or more so,
letters,
"I...Am...Sorry".
i whispered in sign language,
and then,
my whole world turns dark,
and my breathing continues.