the talk

i will tell you this instead:
you're losing me

it is far, between glimpses of you
and in the long between
the trace of a laugh
the promise of a moon
and a kite to fly

i am racing after you
with splendid cities
and the seasons in my hair,

rain has come, once again,
i'll catch your filled footprint
i'm running

so hard i circle into myself
hello

yes there was the moon
and the kite
and the splendid cities

and yes there was the rain
and there was

me