Chasing Light
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1 min readJun 2, 2017
I held out my hand for you and dreamed
the day you would reciprocate.
Perhaps you did as we ran
full speed into the night. We chased
the light into the dawn. I knew
something bright waited on
the other side, but all the gold
that glitters is not for me: nor was
it for you, it seems. That
which sifted through our hands and hearts
were the ashes of what we hoped
but was never meant to be
for us. At least this was the lie
we kept repeating. And after thirty-
five years down the road
the self same lie we still repeat.
