note ii:

if you ever looked in my direction,
i would have come running.
if they said you’d be waiting
for me at the finish line,
i would have defeated the wind.

and even if,
God forbid,
i didn’t find you there,
i would send the wind
to find your scent,
then i would set up camp
and wait
for you.

and if;
by sheer bad luck,
the wind came back empty-handed,
i would die,
sad, but hopeful
that my eyes would some day
behold your face.
that my hands would one day
touch yours.

strangers would find these shoes of mine.
these shoes would tell of
how i searched for you.
how i longed for you.
how i waited for you.
how i search for you.
how i long for you.
how i wait for you.