To All Our Loved Ones in Heaven
by Jean J. Lee
The days you left behind
have felt like the most unfamiliar grind.
When I hit quiet trails,
I hear my breathing becoming sad exhales.
The empty hollow filled with sorrow
makes it harder to hope for tomorrow.
Here I go again with another stride
Slowly but tenaciously with you inside.
A hundred-mile-long run is not lonely
as you are watching over me closely.
Miles and miles apart between Heaven and earth in existence,
but running these miles would truly shorten the distance.
I know that I'd cry now and then
But I promise I'd head out to run again.
When it rains, I'll think of it as your gift
to hide my tears as I sniffed
When it snows, I'll listen to my footsteps
A birdie on that cedar tree
must be you that are finally free.
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