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Oct 2018
Every night
An hour before the sun is set
I run.

Always the same path,
Gravel beneath my feet
And dust flying in my wake.
Until I’m breathless.
Because I know
When I’m gasping for air
That I can’t scream your name.

I want to yell it to the world
Over
And over
Until even the wind
Can shout it back.

You see, I think
Maybe if I yell
“I STILL LOVE YOU”
“I STILL LOVE YOU”
“I STILL LOVE YOU”
Enough times,
I’ll stop.

But instead of wasting
My lungs
On your name
I catch my breath
And run back home.
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