Run

I know I can run cause I have, I ran.

He shakes his head and he washes his hands.

I am a pitcher of falling rain,

A card full of stamps, and a dollar in change.

I was a black dog in the snow

All the things I knew set against what I didn’t know.

When I finally had something to say

I turned to tell you but I was already so many miles away.

I hope you know

All that I can say

I hope you know that I miss you

And I’m so very sorry