Fleet-footed heart

Quick distance from throat to shoes.
A wayward heart wanders.
Spikes and peters with every
indication, positive or negative,
of yours in return for mine.

These valleys and throughs extreme, dizzy.
Yet, not jarring enough to shake
a thought~now an obsession~
from a stubborn mind.
Holding fast, it soars
in bright blue potential and
drowns in inky waves of doubt.

Hope and recrimination cycle
like moon and sun. In turn,
lighting and obscuring a path
you’re not even sure you should be on.

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