Homecoming
by Ben Davis (RIP)
Walking
Is such a slow and tedious process
Impatience
Speed the cadence of my pace
Reverie
That picture of our meeting
Dictates
That walk should becom a race
Then I’m there!
I make some comment
Just to make my presence known
She is waiting
Occupied with something
At the far side of the room
I hesitate
Then drop my few possessions
In the places they belong
And once again
I see she loves me and that
Therefore I am home.
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