I walked too far I didn’t go far enough
the miles stretched so beautifully
at the end of you I guess was me
well shit I think it’s in the blood
the past is a leaking water bottle
how I loved to watch you sleeping
your breath was always milky
how many days was I thirsty
I dressed warmly for you
mountains of joys and cares
that long track what perils
took your hand and ran away
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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