I'm running past the pier
weaving in and out of crowds
I'm seeing you everywhere
The pavement gets easier on your knees
after four miles or so in
but the likeness of you is a tease
of which I cannot steer clear
The Pacific breeze skims my shoulder
sending chills through the sweat
They say love is unclear as you get older
still I run towards the mess
Venice is cool and quiet at sunrise
when I head out alone
but I snub its charm when I mistake your eyes
They say distance makes a heart grow colder
