Do you remember all all those games we played,
and the promises we made?
Left to be kept.
You’re still inventing rules.

Do you remember opening your eyes
to watch me watch you rise,
but all that is left
is pixeled paper. Fuel.

You can call me your nonstarter,
but I will end what I began
back in the day. I swear I’ll find a way.
And you can run just a little harder
but I will trace the path you ran,
so far away. I swear I’ll find you there,
not so far away.

Do you still wear the silver as a seal?
I feel it, steel on steel.
Cold as a grave,
and warm as fingers go.

Do you still shy away from making signs
to sand and drawing lines?
Look how they fade
in tide and undertow.

You can call me your nonstarter,
but I will end what I began
back in the day. I swear I’ll find a way.
And you can run just a little harder
but I will trace the path you ran,
so far away. I swear I’ll find you there,
not so far away.

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