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 Apr 2014
Krissa Jean Boman
I will leave you
for miles and meters,
lost in the sound of my own feet
kissing the ground.
There are days I will not come back,
as I will have collapsed onto the ground,
allowing my feet to breathe
and my heart to rest.
But I will always see your face in the sunrise,
cresting the horizon with blinding beauty,
and wait for you to run after me.

Please,
run after me.

— The End —