-=* The Race *=-

A final sprint, a lovely race,

the runners all aligned.

But who shall be the winner,

and who else shall fall behind?

You won, my love, your scarlet locks

were first around the bend.

But though I stood awaiting you

You stopped before the end.

I never thought to cheer you on,

To offer you my strengths.

For I was sure to win me

You would go to any lengths.

But I was wrong, and badly so,

you ran away to hide.

And all that I would give to you,

Was left to die inside.

But if you ever cared about

the love I hold today.

Remember well, the race you won,

...to throw it all away.