I miss the runs
exploring the day
letting it wake
Not in any hurry
neither me nor the morning
Not really going anywhere
letting my mind wander
I miss morning runs.
Knees creaky now
Worn out by rugby
No longer the springyness of 16
Miss those long runs
miss that personal time
As the day awakens
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