I think about you often
The runs I used to do
But now you just sit lonely
Because I neglect you.
I’m eating too many cookies
And chunks of Toblerone
And if I could just run on you
I’d get back in the zone.
I hope it won’t be long
Before we’re reunited
It’s just that I’m so tired
And can’t-quit-hacking-up-gross-stuff-from-my-chest-or-get-back-any-energy-and-who-can-think-about-running-when-you-could-be-sleeping.
Love, Berry Girl.
3 comments:
Oh land sakes and Father of mercy. I do love you. Wherever you are (I can't seem to find you in person lately) you and your sick self are dearly loved and enjoyed.
You made me smile tonight. Hope you're well soon!!!
Blessings!
HA HA HA!! Love the poem! I might steal that idea one day, but if I do, I'll link you up.
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