To a long gone friend whom I dearly miss

my mind

tends to draw

to vast and open spaces

into the forest

back on the field

when the sun is down

and the dusk approaches quietly

my mind

tends to follow

the flock of birds

flying away, flying home

towards the better

towards the place

where they belong

towards emptiness

wild heart

i have a wild heart

i miss the times

when we would run together

run ahead

straight ahead

without a purpose

without expectations

broken dreams

and goals we so often

failed to achieve

without a sound

i knew you so well

i could tell apart

your every breath

where did those days go

where did they go

when we'd just blend into the grey clouds

breathing in the scent of summer night?

now we're all running

towards something we don't know

hoping we'll make sense of it

hoping we'll get it in the end

like we were trained for

my mind still

tends to draw

to freedom

but my memories

stop me dead in my tracks

2014 K.