Status: on-going cellphone novel

Run 「走る」

Hours Later

It has been a few hours
since I ran into
The Runner Boy,
and he still runs
fast and free
despite his knees.

When he left,
I could tell that he was still
hurting,
because his usual graceful self
was thrown out the window.

Hours later,
and he is still on my mind.

Hours later,
and I am busy
regretting that I didn't
talk to him more.

I have so many questions,
but why did I save them for
hours later?