There seems to be a marathon
Of words expressed that lay upon
My heart, my soul, with thoughts that run
Past great divides, leaving just one
The one that leaves but comes again
Bringing much peace, you I call friend
The one that touched and left their scent
You I still love, Swear Heaven sent
Turning the bend of road ahead
I chase the need to be spoon fed
Another bite to sustain me
Another kiss searched for vainly
Wrestle I do with mindset mine
Was it wrong? To love, my crime
You see hungry I went for years unnourished
Failure became what one should cherish
And so I do when I reflect
1000 times since you left
