We both have our running shoes on
Our sights are locked, our muscles spring loaded,
But be careful not to start before the sound of the gun.
Between us we already have too many penalties.
Take heart, the present is nearly past.
These aching days of waiting
Will creep out of our memories, silver strands in our hair
And we’ll hold the moments of destination between our palms.
Until our clock starts, take a deep breath.
Ready, set, wait.
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