Bare feet fall to the floor
as they run for freedom from the feeling of being
Left behind
Footfall is half-pace
of the fleeing, beating, fighting heart
that is trying to remain whole
Without you
Prayers are made
that we escape this catapulting feeling
of being torn in different directions
Words whispered about returning
home feel half-empty because
this feels like
Separation forever
We're not dying
not dead, not going to be soon
I will always be here
when you feel your heart running
Towards home
Always
End of story