Blue moons without the warmth
of love brings chills, so I was left
to keep the home fires going with
our marshmallow dreams

Vines  now grown  over that  lovers
lane night since you said wait for me

I still visualize your youthful face
but,  wear  my  hair  differently
not  looking  quite  the  same
that  pony  tail  long  gone

While you were back packing
indulging in a carefree world
I  was  to  find  my  way
graced with poetic words

A box full of picture postcards
on  a chilly winter's night  not
enough..left me with an option of
moving on to a warmer embrace

Now we find ourselves in a home
coming, what will you do to embellish
the years way overdue in front of our
families and friends

Will the fire sparkle and flame..or die
out in the ashes shoveled up and
thrown out in the trash of the day

Yet to be determined when you walk
back into lives...so bitter sweet is the
coming home

(c) Sweetly Bitter ed the Coming Home
09October2011
Vivian L. Dawson