running free where sagebrush never dies,
the infinite sea of green and cloudless blue
skies. Someday, you’ll let me dry my eyes
in your soft mane and gentle sighs. I’ll
hear your heavy breaths and heartbeat
against my chest as I lean into you for a while--
as long as I can. Someday, I’ll know
peace and remember all the times we flew.
But here I am--
wingless.
What I’d do to have one last dance with you.