Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Beautiful Boy

Beautiful boy, 
do not think- 
not for a single second- 
that you can ever 
outrun my love. 
Do not try to 
leave me, 
dust caked, 
behind you, 
for though my legs 
grow tired and 
my lungs burn 
within me, 
I will never stop 
chasing you. 
I will be there 
in every gasp for air, 
every heavy exhale, 
each footfall and 
every reach of your arm. 
We will finish this race 
together.  

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