I will meet you in dance this morning
But my heart is not moving grace
fully like my feet.
The lines connecting the dots
of people around me are uncoiling.
Our words chosen care
fully like the steps.
Hearts and lights dimming
as we forget to replenish our fuel
Though we walk peace
fully like children.
When will we grow up?
If we keep regressing and regretting
then returning prayer
fully to your feet.
This is just to say
how much I miss you when I run away.
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