Jog Your Memory

I remember we was on a run.
Feet
pitter patting against the concrete.
Calf muscles responding
to the ground and
weight of ur body.

Full leg extension.
and did I mentioned
its not a race when ur jogging.

So there was no expectation
 from the conversation.
Just running off at the mouth
while we're talking.

Then u began to pick up pace.
We made love
with no hamstrings attached.
So I had to tighten my shoelace
to get over the hill
that came next.

You wore the sole
out of my mate
after sweatin and breathing heavy.
 Then said,
 This marathon is a commitment.
Pointed the gun
and asked if I'm ready.

Asked if we could go steady like
your morning jog playlist.
 Love Songs on repeat,
each reminding u of ur favorite
route to run.

When did we stop having fun?
Our relationship was in good shape.
but U switched playlist,
now I'm just running in place.

Regergetating your name
like a bad taste.
Or the Gatorade that I faced.

Seems like we lost sight of the finishline
your whip appeal is on a treadmill.
And my legs  get weak for you.
Even though your jogging in the park still
feeding pigeons when u walk to chill

Meanwhile...

I'm resting on will
Like writing letters on my death bed.
Taking each breath in
like I've been blessed to get fresh wind.

I hope you win the race your running.
I'm going to replenish my energy,
My only hopes is that U'll remember me
any time I jog ur memory