What am I running from?

I get in my
Car and go.
Leaving you
Our life.
I drive in
The hot
Summer
Heat
The sun is
Just starting
To set .
I stop
For gas.
I remember
A woman
Saying
On the phone
You can run
From your job
You can run
From your mate
Hell you
Can run
From anyone
But yourself.
I feel dizzy
As I picture
Me running
With my
Long legs
From my life
When I was
Younger.
I look in the mirror
Not so young
What am I
Running from?
I start to
Drive.
Now sitting
In a new
Chair
In a new
Home
In a new
Job
Alone I can
No longer
Run
From the one
Thing I
So do not want
To think
About.
Me.
I can
No longer
Run
Away
From
Myself