Untitled - 4/28/2025

on this run of life
my breath is taken away
perhaps by exhaustion
perhaps at the sight of you.

though distance may separate us
my heart is always running near
hoping, waiting
for come over to become come home.

although i cannot see well
i know i see you
everyday a new page
in this book of love.

there is no rhyme or reason
to this dance of life
but together, may we dance
until the song is over.