someday you'll understand.
Everybody's always moving fast,
thinking they can outrace and outlast
all the lonely down and dragged out days.
The smiles I leave you with are real.
The warmth. The caring.
They are not part of a fleeting game
I play, like you hide and I seek or
you run and I chase—they are a gift,
outright and unrequited.
Not just for now, but for always --
like this poem — to be read
on those days you couldn't
outrun, those days when you
have time to think
of those that love you.