The Saturday Run Reminisce

I miss you on the long runs

The bridges, the tower, the half-way turn

Each singing our own song.

Too tired for stairs

Laughing

I miss you on the short jogs

The out and back quick jaunt

Stretch the legs and the mind.

Too happy for words

Smiling

I miss you on the fast sprints

The last block, a lap, circles, race

Cross first, imaginary line.

And I always did

Breathless

I miss you on the long walks

Square purses and the wrong shoes

Late nights, stars, a little chilly

Hand over hand

Silence