We run together
Hands almost touching
Florescent lights shine
Exposing shadows on the wall
As we glide past each moment
Oblivious of our velocity
With our hands almost touching
Almost

Your home is not here
Not with me
Not now.
You belong in that world
From the storybooks I would read to you
– Of pixies and wizards
That save little children
From any ill fate.
You belong in my dreams
My soul
My imagination
But not my world.
I could not save you
But maybe the pixies can.