To her endless country roads
We’ll watch cornfields sway and seasons change
It could be what we’ve always dreamed . . .
You and me
To her familiar streets and short-cut alleys
We’ll walk in cool evening breezes to back door greetings
Laugh with familiar faces flushed with memory . . .
And take things slowly
On our way back home
I know the move’s not easy
And our eyes are always searching
Look past the long-lived fear
That’s kept you away all of these years
I left too—went running far away
But part of me has always stayed
To her harvested crops and neatly plowed lea
We’ll gather up lost moments like childhood arcade tokens
Take hands and make a start from where we once were parted . . .
Together at our ending, neither one left wandering
Far from home
© 2010 Wendy White