To Be An Insignificant Part Of You

Running wildly in the woods

gulping cold, fresh air

trying to have a taste of you

flail my arms in the air

trying to touch you

but find you nowhere

thats an ongoing tragedy

Yet hope prevails.

Everyday I have a new path to ride

every day ends with a sigh.

At times I feel you so near

other times you are a distant dream.

yet hopeful are my eyes

to meet yours once.

And walk several miles

not with you, but like a silent shadow of you

All I want is to be  a part of you.

anything absolutely anything.

A strand of hair

Or your beautiful blue eyes

your rude lips

or those harsh hands

or those fate lines in your palms

or a speck of dirt resting on your shoulders.