Grant me that yesterday tomorrow.
I want to run again in November rain.
Taste once more, those raindrops.
Pinch me because I’m alive.
Let me feel it to the bone,
I wore the fog home.
over drenched catch laid in blood,
but that day, no matter.
T’was Mother Nature’s chore.
All backdrops to my soul
My lungs, they catch up,
though heartbeats have no pace.
One listen to the ocean,
one breath to the shore.
I can tell its home.