She runs with you,

or towards you,

or away from you.

You, and those that no longer exist

And those that might

And those that never will

There is no solitude for future self

Subject to the moods and whims of current me

Forced to run through a maze of recurring images,conversations

Shades of fragmented figments

She’s with me often,

this company I seek to rid,

as more often than not my constant companion is hurrying past now

away from others and into an immaterial void

With Her--

contracted

desolate

distressed

Without Her--open

connected

quiet