Bittersweet Reminiscence

I reach out to grab the clouds whose feet hang just above my head

With their heads dripping low on their broken necks

Their silver stares into my blue like it’s done for all these years

My sneakers hit a rhythm on the dusty road

They pound in tandem with my heart

By the time I’ll find it I’ll be panting out of tune

But for the first time in my life I don’t know why I run