Running Wild

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.

My friends.

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.