Weekend hair falls in tendrils
around your face as you relax in the sun
I brush it back, not knowing when I’ll
have this chance again
For when you go
you run away so fast, that I barely
feel a breeze, and, laughing,
you don’t look back,
not even for a moment,
though I never take my eyes off you
I see you from a deeper place
I feel your joy and sorrow,
I know your anguish
that life isn’t what you had hoped
I know these things
and I think you realize it too
I can help you heal, but you are
stubborn and playful,
the wind in your hair
feels too freeing in this moment
I patiently hold you in my gaze,
knowing sometimes
that can be healing enough
©SpiritLed 2014
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