Our Measurements

You ran covering those miles between us

And I could just walk some paces.

A cubit was the distance left but

My footprints are what your heart traces.

My blood trailed the previous handspan.

Tears puddling since the first yard.

Your palms containing my weary face

As I leave every inch of you, my lifeguard.

×∞ Adin

7 April 2021