I spoke about you the other day.

I wondered what I would say

if our paths crossed some way. 



Would I tell you of success?

Of the mountains I ran

and the smiles I've shared,

how my back bends with the light,

every morning and night?



Or would I reveal 
how deeply I feel,

how I can crumble and crack

with the weight of our past?



How no other soul 
will fit into the mold

you've carved in my heart 

even while we're apart.



How the years will still pass, 

I'll kick and I'll cry,

I'll break and I'll fall, 

but only inside.