I ran to get my binoculars and book
But there was only your spirit hawk circling
I ran to get my old photographs
To find you there still smiling
I ran my fingers over your face
To feel the light still lifting
Did I run out on you
Or you on me here drifting
You were always running in
And out of time I ran
To get my arms around you
Hold you up and hold you down
It was like reaching for a hawk
It was like loving in the dark
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