Where have my words gone?

I’ve let them run

Like wicked children

And I’m a weary mother

Too tired to chase

I’ve followed them

From a distance

My eyes, penetrating the horizon

Where they’re likely to end up

As air

But I don’t trail

I let them run

My sight tires,  

The wind can only carry my voice

So far

Then, I know I’ve lost them

Then, I wish they’d return

But I’ve let them run