I used to

i used to miss you

i used to cry

over you.

but now..

I smile.

Life has a funny way of

making you

stop.

I stopped 

being that 

person,

that victim.

The victim

my father made 

me.

The victim 

you then made

me.

That night

when I 

ran from you.

I ran from

my father.

I had never done

that.

I had just

been hiding.

When

I was barefoot

running

on the 

gravel

I realized.

I realized 

You were no

longer

chasing me.

I was Free.

I used to 

always look

back and see

you chasing

me.

This time,

This moment,

this day...

I did not look

back.

That is something

I used to do.