Running Miles Poem by R. L. Allen

and yes
yes I wish
that you
heard my
cries

I wish you
saw me
as doubt
upped and died -

and how I
pray that you
still hear
my songs
as I sing them

be rid of fear
be rid of fear.

Yes, I still
dream of your
voice, despite
in my wakeness
I cannot deduce

the tones of
your laughter
the silks of
your smile

yet in my reveries
they all stay
awhile

and in my soul
they'd run a mile
if they

thought it'd
bring you


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