The years have erased what little pain there

Was when you walked away home.

No more did I feel like a top forever spinning

To find a direction in your life. Walls you built

Were impervious to words or actions.

You searched for greener visions only to have

Darker dreams. No more poems torn into shreds

Left on the bed I shared with myself. No more

Bouquets of fragrant flowers thrown outside

To spread their essence in meaningless wilt.

No more harsh words spoken in anger or drunken

Stupors. You walked away from home, but home

Didn’t walk away from me. For I built a different

Kind of home. Four corners strong and tested

Through the furnaces of life’s fires. Corners of

Integrity, chivalry, trust, and laughter cover a

Foundation of faith. That is the home I now have

And will forever abide within. One will enter in

To read of love in words hidden for her to find.

One will warm when flowers for no reason

Fill the home with scents from Heaven. One will

Hear how pretty she is even though she doesn’t

Feel she is today. One will walk away, walk away

Straight to my home to stay.

rb.