i don't have any clever lines of my own right now. not poetry at least. prose is coming along well enough, if slowly.
i can't tell last night from the day
is that a sign of being awake?
or is that something else all together?
i think i'm learning how to walk again.
but i can't tell your smile from the sun
is this what it means to be in love?
or am i just blinded by everything i see?
i think i'm finding it easier to breathe.
when distance is but a passing fancy
and happiness is finally all i know
then i'll know you're with me
but i'm speeding up my step and breathing steadier
with every day i run to you
i told you i'd catch you one day
so don't make me out to be a liar, dear
slow down a bit and let me see your face
no, that's not the sun i see
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