Home.

There is something to be said for home.

Your memories, over the years, tend to only paint a particular shade of a moment.

Which is so unfortunate considering that the reasons you remember that time tend to get lost too.

 

Still remember her face.

She said, “Hold me” but she meant, “I need you”

She said, “That’s what we should do” but you knew she really said, “Please stay…”

 

She told you this was the first step on a journey

She always said that.

You never figured her tears would stain the dirt as you departed.

 

They told you, “Be strong” when you were so weak.

They told you, “Learn” when you weren’t really listening.

They told you. And now you heard. Now you understood. Kind of.

 

Some people wonder if you will ever be seen again.

Some people wonder if you will ever find what it is you are looking for.

You wonder which of those people you should believe.

Reason knows best…Conscience knows you…Heart knows the fleeting…Soul knows all.

No help.

Some people wonder if the guy who set out will be visible in the man who comes home?

But like I said, there is something to be said for home.

Sometimes, you’re not lost; just wandering.