She repeated for the umpteenth time
She clasped his arm,
'How many times have I asked you to run?'
She asked him again with teary eyes.
'How do you expect me to leave you like this?'
He asked in return
Offering a weak smile, she pressed his palm to her cold white lips and asked,
'Does the heart not know how to locate it's beat?
Go my love for I shall surely find you.'