You said you couldn’t do this any more
And the phone went dead
Exactly what I knew you’d say
At your last call.
You worried I would chase you
Persistent in my quest.
Did I surprise you?
I made no effort.
Once that pattern is begun
I would have chased you forever
Out the door, down the highway
Seeking your arms and charms.
Not being Atlas
I cannot hold your world.
You are free.
Run fast, little feet, run.
He who does not love you
Awaits you.
The honorless
Honors you.
Run fast, little feet, run.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Little Feet
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Saturday, January 23, 2010
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