Familiar Face

I bounced back and forth to the beat of the song
as I retraced the steps to see where I had gone.
Seems my strong feet had seen countless steps,
but still much less than I'm willing to accept.

I looked up and met a face I'd seen before,
back in the days I always had an open door.
A brief catch up and coffee run later,
I assert the mission to be my own savior.

In the following days I built up my own heat,
covering miles through sweat and dire feet.
When my lungs contract to deny me air,
I stopped, leaned over, and stopped right there.

That familiar face looked on and asked me why,
I looked over, and gave explanation a try.
I carried on and she didn't seem to mind,
for I do not run to leave anyone behind.