I want to run wild and free again.
With hair in the wind and barefoot.
I want to hold your hand again.
With wild abandon I want that feeling of our smiles.
I want the moments I felt uncomfortable
Like I was somehow unworthy of all your friendship.
I want the moments on the couch curled up
Perfectly content in that perfect ambiance of laziness and pure joy.
I want the moments where I felt perfectly content
But that winter of summer peace is gone like the snows that populated it.
And it will be months before I return to that place.
But oh how I crave that feeling.
Of sinking my teeth into a moment with you.
I miss you most.
The moments happened and they were many.
But I miss your friendship most.
I will see you again, that I know.
But for now I dream of running wild and free.