I jogged upon the molehill, and frolicked on the ferry
Scampering up summer lane, and trotting through a mist
All to see Harry.
Sprinting high to autumn, and planting my toes deep
I looked forward, to his dreads and to days dread and I could sleep
Air rushes upon my sleeves, and brushed my cheeks auburn
Hushed by wind, my thighs quiver in the spring of each step
Stumbling below each sunrise, and jumping in the brisk of each sunset
Streaking pavements, treading green, steam stammers my temples
Each leap I made, I salvaged his absence… I unwearyingly forgave
Running into arms of empathy, cleaving to the thin threads that grasp his white
Tears smearing my face with wells of sorrow, knowing Harry won’t be here for tomorrow
A radiating touch scorches my chest, for at 12 he will return to a fruitful nest
Shall my strides, be a leap of love, even though I’m not the only one.