I want to run, but I can't escape it.
I can't escape myself, yourself, ourselves.

Everywhere I turn to flee, to seek solace,
I see you, me, us.

So many lasts and too few firsts,
I wish things could start over, renewed and reborn like the moon's phases.

Ebbing and flowing, tugging on us on Earth so far away,
so lonely.

I wish for you the wold the strength the grandeur.
Peace

-AM