October 25, 2012


When asked,
I always said I'd
return, go back
from where I came.
I never found
what I sought,
it must be
some sort
of game.
So I went home,
was enfolded
by opened arms.
It wasn't so easy
to leave,
but on lonely nights,
I'm glad to be here,
resting in such an eternity,
no longer considered
a mere guest, just sorry
so many will grieve.