Dead and dying

Why do you run
So far and so fast
I reach out
Take your hand
you linger
For a broken moment
Among the dead
and dying grass
Then run too fast
To far away
To see the tender
Of spring green
Pushing toward the sun
Your hand slips
And you vanish somewhere
Behind the garden wall
I am nothing to fear
I cry
Only here to love
Dear friend
Confused I wonder
If you fear your own heart
More than you ever
feared mine

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