<b>With You - poem</b>

by Paige in my world of make-believe

With You

I’m running through a jungle
I’m running through a filed
I’m running through a forest,
with you. . .

We fly into the sky,
and sour up to the moon.

We grad each other’s hands,
and hold one another tight,
as we watch life go on below us.

We come back down to earth,
and onto the grassy plains.

I run and laugh and play.
Letting go of all thought.
Letting go of all feeling.
Letting go of all emotion,
with you.

I look up at the night sky
tonight
and wonder where you are
and what you are doing.

Because, although it hurts,
I am no longer...
with you. . .