am I easier to talk to
now that I am older?
or is it more difficult
because I am becoming
my own person
and it is not just
your daughter?
do you miss the little girl
who laughed and ran?
who sat quietly in church?
who let everything
and anything
happen?
who laughed
and ran
and always came back home?
I’m still running
youth trailing
tomorrow calling
as I look back at you
to say
don’t chase me
but maybe that’s pointless—
you let me go
a long time ago.