The breath escapes
in short hard breaks
frees the blood,
stays the wait...
shallowed by pride
festooned in remorse
it deepens in time -
the cut
of distance
so far -
yet not too far
to erase from my hand,
your flesh
or blur your angel face
from behind my eyes.
Dan said,
“the journey is the destination.”
I walk alone
I dance with you.