A single step.

A flash of winter in my approach to summer, you are.
Snow glittering on the pavement, melting in the road.
Cars drive fast, over my neck, as I walk away
Away.

Away from the memory of the moment, of the movement
Trying so hard to walk, not run, away.

Planes fly so fast above white clouds
and blue skys, through the stars
But even stars cast a shadow.

The memory of the moment, of the pressure, receding
I missed, I hated, I longed for, I ache.

Halfway around the world.
Now it's you turn to run. Don't walk.
The rest of the way.
All the way back into me.