The sun sets on a kind soul
I have called my friend.
For what seems like forever,
and now it is.
They say running is a loner sport
but they are not runners
For if they were, they would know
that every excursion is a group run.
Our friends are there over our shoulder
to set the pace and keep us strong
to strive...to dream...to laugh...
to live...to run, today.
I now hear the hollow sounds
of my own steps in stride.
For a special one in thundering herd
is now more distant.
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