peter

On my run
My lungs filled with cold air
Freezing the inside
Then a song with angels came on
Then there he was
Running in front of me
Peter
We talked
About me
Him
Trees
Crossing the street
Going west
My mom
Asleep
I told him to slow down
Because my lungs were cold
And out of air
We ran past the lake
The wind from the north was strong
And not the least bit warm
We ran past the forest
He went through the trees
I stayed on the road
Peter can’t tell me what to do
Just lead me the way
I tell myself
To cross the street
And head west
He will be there
In front of me
Peter
The whole way
Pulling his wagon
Never slowing down
Peter
In front of me
Leading the whole way