Evening Run

In the half-light of evening, I run. Half-light of my half-life;

I run to empty myself of your carbon 14 decay, your isotopes

are everywhere. The dust my feet kick up is full of you,  particles

of  you settle on my skin. You are in the air; I have no choice but

to breathe you in. My lungs are full of you, my heart pumps the

thought of you through the muscles in my thighs, my calves.

Everything so full of you. I can hardly bear it.