I don’t want to be the runner

I don’t want to be the runner,
The tight smile,
Under tearful eye.
Nothing but memories,
And miles.

I don’t want to be out,
In any weather,
Rain or shine.
Running from ghosts,
Taken before their time.

I don’t want a marathon,
Or shaking of change in a box.
To fill my hours
Fundraising for the lost.
I don’t want to be the runner.

Apologies this is late, a little bit on at the moment, didn’t have the time to spare.