Amanda's First Poem

I am running
Late across
Roads that hurt
My soles.

Sweat covers me
In layers and
I am nervous and
My heart races.

Cars and noise
Move faster than me.
I fail to cross on green when

I catch my eye on
A rising shape:
Your arm, above your shoulder,
Forming a square beside your head.

White skin and clear eyes,
Shining for me at sunset.

Update

After that somewhat dreary last post, I spoke with three overseas friends, including a woman I hadn't seen or been in touch with since 2002. Is there anything as nice as hearing a smile in the voice of someone you care about, and who is happy to speak to you too? If there will ever be a time when I cannot hear music, let me at least be able to hear the voices of my friends.